“Again,” Charlotte said, loving how desperate Brighton sounded. “That’s a good girl.”
Brighton gasped, gripping Charlotte’s shoulders. “Lola.”
“That’s right.” Charlotte’s muscles screamed at her, her ankle nearly giving way, but she found some superhuman strength watching Brighton ride her, perfect tits bouncing. God, it was the most beautiful thing Charlotte had ever seen. “Come for me. You can do it.”
Brighton’s nails dug into Charlotte’s back, her hips grinding, her back arching to get that perfect friction. “Fuck,” she said, moving faster. “Fuck, fuck.”
“Good girl,” Charlotte said, pulling at her hips faster too.
“Yeah, yeah,” Brighton said, then broke, tossing her head back, dark hair everywhere, her chest flushed a gorgeous pink. Her movements jolted, then slowed. Charlotte dipped her head, pressing her mouth to Brighton’s neck, breathing her in.
“Christ,” Brighton said as Charlotte pulled her leg out from between her thighs. “That was…”
“It was,” Charlotte said, still kissing Brighton, holding her close. She wasn’t ready to let go. Not yet.
“You didn’t come yet,” Brighton said.
Charlotte smiled against her skin. “Worth it.”
Brighton laughed but then pulled Charlotte’s face up to look at her, hands framing Charlotte’s cheeks. “You.”
“Me?”
“You,” Brighton said, then kissed her once before whispering against her mouth. “I think you need a shower.”
Brighton’s words shivered down Charlotte’s neck and hips, settling between her legs, her need still desperate and pulsing. “Maybe I do.”
“You definitely do.”
Brighton took her hand, then led them both, still full-ass naked, to the en suite bathroom in her bedroom. The shower was large and modern, all glass and earth-toned tiles. Brighton swungopen the glass door and turned the water on, not even waiting for it to get warm before she pulled Charlotte inside.
“Shit,” Charlotte said, gasping as the cold water hit her heated skin, but then Brighton was kissing her, taking her breath, her thoughts, sliding hands down her ass, then drifting them to the front. The water gradually warmed, and the temperature play was…well, it was nice.
Charlotte laughed as Brighton squeezed the fronts of her thighs, whispered that she was dirty in her ear. Charlotte could only nod, then moan as Brighton’s fingertip-light touch turned into nails on her skin. Charlotte was so wet, she knew she was, and had to grind her teeth to keep from moving Brighton’s hands to her clit.
But Brighton was in charge now, and that was how they both liked it. They’d discovered throughout their sexual history that they each liked being the one in control sometimes…and sometimes they each liked being at the other’s mercy.
There was a little tile seat in the shower, recessed into the wall, next to built-in shelves for shampoo and soap. Brighton eyed it, then sat down and pulled Charlotte onto her lap so that she faced outward. She kissed Charlotte’s neck and spine, wrapped her hands around to her tits, playing with her nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers while she nipped at Charlotte’s back with her teeth.
“God,” Charlotte said, her pussy flooding and her legs parting instinctively.
“So impatient,” Brighton said.
Charlotte laughed, spread her legs wider. “I think I’ve waited long enough.” Her words had multiple meanings, but right now, all she wanted was for Brighton to touch her.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Brighton said, trailing one hand up Charlotte’s thigh while her other still played at Charlotte’s nipples.
“Please,” Charlotte said, a little whine to her voice. Brighton Fairbrook was the only person in the world who could make her beg, make her voice sound like that, desperate and pleading.
“Please what?” Her fingertips drifted north.
“Please touch me,” Charlotte said.
“Where?” Brighton’s touch rounded toward Charlotte’s center.
“You know where.”
“Tell me.”
