“My cunt,” Charlotte said, a word she reserved only for sex, but god, she loved using it. “My cunt, please.”
Brighton licked a stripe up Charlotte’s neck, her fingers finally finding their mark, dragging gently up Charlotte’s center.
Charlotte tilted her head back, cried out just from the initial contact.
“Like that?” Brighton said, even though she knew.
She knew how to touch Charlotte, where, how hard, perfectly every time after years of learning. And she hadn’t forgotten. She hadn’t forgotten a single thing.
“Yeah,” Charlotte said, spreading her legs wider, as far as they’d go. The water cascaded down onto their thighs, the shower already humid and foggy. “More.”
Brighton pressed harder, making Charlotte gasp, then slid her hand down, parting Charlotte with her fingers.
“So wet,” Brighton said, and Charlotte could only nod, only beg again and again until Brighton finally showed mercy, slid two fingers inside her.
“God, yes, fuck,” Charlotte said, her body locking up for a split second before softening around Brighton’s fingers. Her bodystarted moving, an instinct, a desperate need to undulate with Brighton inside of her. Brighton moved too, sliding in and out slowly, picking up speed as Charlotte grew more desperate.
“More,” Charlotte said, and Brighton slid a third finger inside, making Charlotte whimper. When Brighton’s palm pressed to her clit, she released a litany of swear words that made zero sense. Didn’t care. It felt too good, felt too perfect. She gripped Brighton’s wrist, her hips working to get as much friction as possible.
“Fuck,” she said.
“That’s right,” Brighton said, biting down on her shoulder. “Fuck yourself on my fingers. Get what you need.”
Charlotte groaned, her vision going fuzzy as Brighton did something—curled her fingers or twisted them or something, Charlotte didn’t even care what, as long as Brighton never stopped.
“Please” was all she could say, one hand lifted and curled behind her, wrapping around Brighton’s shoulder and pulling at her hair, the other on her own breast, tugging at her nipple. “Please.”
Brighton fucked her faster, harder, palm pressing just where she needed it. Charlotte knew she was pulling at Brighton’s hair harder and harder, but she didn’t care, and she knew Brighton didn’t care either. All that mattered was this, this shower and Brighton’s fingers, Brighton herself.
Brighton.
Brighton.
Bright.
Charlotte said her name—Bright—as she came hard, so hard she nearly slipped off Brighton’s lap, but Brighton held Charlotte tight, working her fingers in Charlotte’s pussy until she came again, until she stopped convulsing around her, until she sagged against her, head on Brighton’s shoulder, completely wiped out.
“Wow,” Charlotte said, her lungs working hard for oxygen.
“I’ll say,” Brighton said, kissing Charlotte’s neck, then sliding her fingers out and licking them clean.
“You’re gonna get me started again,” Charlotte said, lifting her head and turning to watch her.
Brighton just laughed. “I wouldn’t complain.”
Charlotte laughed too, but then the laughter faded, their smiles, as did the wild desperation they’d both felt for the last half hour. They just looked at each other, their eyes taking in features as if for the first time in years.
“Why did you get this?” Charlotte asked eventually, drifting her fingers along the tattoo on Brighton’s upper arm. “I didn’t know you were into tarot.”
“I’m not, really. I pull a card every now and then,” Brighton said, following Charlotte’s fingers with her eyes. “It’s the Moon card. I got it a few months after…after I moved to Nashville.”
“What does it mean?” Charlotte asked softly, tracing the moon, the shaded trees around it, the little white pinpricks of stars.
Brighton sighed. “Well…it’s kind of a dark card. It’s about when things aren’t what they seem. When you’re sort of wandering in the dark forest, looking for your way, trying to find the right path, though it’s hidden. But there’s hope in this card too, because the sun, it always rises, doesn’t it?”
Charlotte frowned, her throat suddenly aching.
“Have you found it, Bright?” she asked, lifting her eyes to meet Brighton’s. “Have you found your path?”
