“Here I am,” Brighton said against Charlotte’s mouth, and then there were no more words, just low moans as their tongues touched, as Charlotte skimmed her hands down Brighton’s neck to her chest, tracing her collarbones and lower. She cupped Brighton’s breasts, thumbs swiping over her already hardened nipples.
“Fuck,” Brighton gasped, tilting her head back. Then she laughed. “Boobs. They’re nice.”
Charlotte froze, her mouth on Brighton’s neck, the memory of her drunken night coming back to her. “Oh my god. Did I—”
“Oh yeah,” Brighton said. “You said it.”
Charlotte laughed against Brighton’s skin, then rolled one of Brighton’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger. “Well. Theyarenice.”
Brighton gasped again. “So damn nice.”
“The nicest,” Charlotte said, dipping down to take one in her mouth, sucking once before using her teeth.
“God,” Brighton said, “I forgot how much I love your teeth.”
Charlotte bit a little harder, pulling a moan from Brighton’s throat, the sexiest sound in the world. Charlotte, for her part, hadn’t forgotten a thing. How much she loved the taste of Brighton’s skin, the sounds she made, the way shedidlove Charlotte’s teeth, loved them on every part of her. Charlotte could do this forever, just spend hours on Brighton’s perfect tits, but those sounds, they got her every time. Made her desperate for more.
She bit down again, then soothed the spot with her tonguebefore she stepped back long enough to pull down Brighton’s sweatpants.
“You too,” Brighton said, pawing at Charlotte’s flannel pajama pants, as well as her top. “Why the hell is your shirt still on?”
Charlotte’s only answer was to pull off every piece of clothing she had on, including her underwear. Brighton flung hers off too, then yanked Charlotte against her, wrapping a thigh around Charlotte’s hip.
“Oh my god,” Charlotte said, the press of skin on skin almost too much. She hadn’t done this in so long—not since the day of their wedding. She’d had a kiss or two, some pawing in some stranger’s apartment, but she’d never made it this far, had never wanted to. She’d told herself she was busy. She was driven. She was satisfied with the luxury sex toys she’d spent a fortune on.
She told herself so many things, but there was nothing like this. Not just skin and someone else’s breath and voice and hands, butBrighton.
The only person she’d ever slept with.
The only person she’d ever wanted to sleep with.
Maybe it was immature, unworldly, naive, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was Brighton right here, right now, about making her come. Then making her come again.
She flipped them around so Brighton’s back was to the wall, then slotted her knee between Brighton’s legs, pressing her thigh right against Brighton’s center.
“Fuck,” Brighton said, her head knocking against the wall. “Lola, fuck.”
Charlotte slid her hands down Brighton’s waist to her ass, cupped her full cheeks, and rutted against her. “Like that?”
“Yes, oh my god,” Brighton said, wrapping her arms aroundCharlotte’s neck. Charlotte could feel her, feel how wet she was, Charlotte’s own wetness against Brighton’s thigh. Then Brighton shifted a little, hitting Charlotte’s cunt so perfectly that she cried out, nearly lost her concentration.
“Together,” Brighton said, moving her hands to Charlotte’s hips, pulling Charlotte up and then down, circling her hips here and there.
“Jesus,” Charlotte said, moving with Brighton.
Brighton pressed her forehead to Charlotte’s, her breathing intensifying, the air between them nothing but gasps, cries ofyesandyeah, the smell of sex as they fucked against the wall. Their bodies were slick, their cunts sliding against thighs in a way that made Charlotte feel crazy. She grunted, pulling Brighton up on her thigh even higher, pumping her hips faster. Sweat broke out along her forehead, her chest, mixing with Brighton’s own effort. It was perfect, everything.
“I want you to come,” Charlotte said.
Brighton nodded, biting down on her lower lip.
Charlotte slapped her ass, just hard enough that Brighton cried out and started moving faster.
“Come for me,” Charlotte said in her ear. “Come on my leg. Do it.”
“Fuck, oh my god,” Brighton said, her body jolting as her orgasm rushed through her. “Lola, fuck, yes, please.”
Charlotte adjusted so her leg had more solid contact with Brighton’s center, leaving her own needs unmet at the moment, but she didn’t care. She wanted Brighton to come again, come like this, pinned against the wall, begging and perfect.
