Then one of Charlotte’s hands was beneath Marin’s back, working the clasp of her bra until it released. She stripped the garment from Marin’s body before scooting down to take one of Marin’s breasts in her mouth. Her tongue laved at Marin’s nipple, and it shot a bolt offire straight to her core that hat her hips surging upward. Ohfuck. That felt amazing.
“You like that, hmm?” Charlotte asked before swirling her tongue around Marin’s nipple again, and she could only nod frantically. “What else do you like?”
Too aroused to form words, Marin gripped one of Charlotte’s hands and placed it over the band of her underwear, then pushed. Taking the hint, Charlotte stripped Marin’s panties down her legs and dropped them on the floor. Now Marin was naked, cool air greeting her overheated skin.
Charlotte slid her hands up and down Marin’s sides, fingertips skimming over her skin. One of her hands swept across Marin’s lower stomach, lingering briefly over her scars, and Marin felt the briefest flash of insecurity before Charlotte was kissing her again. This time, Charlotte swirled her tongue over the tender skin below Marin’s jaw, and she sank right back into the blissful haze of arousal.
Charlotte’s hand slid down the front of her thigh, and Marin arched beneath her in a fruitless search for friction.
“Please ...” she begged, too desperate to care how needy she sounded.
“Marin, I have no idea what I’m doing,” Charlotte admitted quietly. “I know this is your first time with a woman, too, but I would have never known that from the way you touched me. What if I can’t give you as much pleasure as you gave me?”
Marin exhaled, attempting to compose herself as she realized Charlotte hadn’t been teasing. She’d been too intimidated to touch Marin. Now that she was paying attention, she saw the insecurity on Charlotte’s face. “You’ll be fine. Really. I’m ... I’m so close it won’t take much.”
“Sorry.” Charlotte gave her head a quick shake. “You’ve been so patient with me, and I’m just sitting here, making you wait. Okay, here goes.” She slid her hand to the juncture of Marin’s thighs, and they gasped in unison. Marin’s hips bucked as Charlotte’s fingers finallytouched her pussy. Her touch was soft, tentative, and even so, Marin wanted to cry because it feltso good.
“It’s your turn to tell me what you like,” Charlotte said as she began to stroke Marin.
“Just . . . keep doing what you’re doing, but . . . harder.”
Charlotte’s brow furrowed in concentration. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, which turned Marin on even more ... if that was possible at this point. She was so aroused she could hardly think straight. Already, she felt the tingly heat of her impending release building low in her belly. She’d been so close just from getting Charlotte off. Marin canted her hips, increasing the pressure of Charlotte’s fingers, and just like that, she was coming.
The orgasm rushed through her fierce and fast, a blinding wave of pleasure that left her shuddering and limp with relief. She gasped and grinned as she clutched Charlotte tighter against her. “Fuck. Oh god, that was amazing.”
“I’m glad you think so, because I feel like I hardly did anything.” Charlotte smiled back at her. “In fact, I don’t think I’m finished with you yet. Watching you come was so hot, I want to see it again ... and again.”
“Oh.” Marin stretched against the sheets, blissed out and relaxed, but already she felt the stirring of arousal again as a result of Charlotte’s words. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no to that. I wouldn’t say no to anything with you.” A lump rose in her throat at the admission, emotions surging to the surface because she just loved Charlotte so much. She loved lying here with her, holding her, touching her, literally everything.
“I thought it would be weird, being with a woman,” Charlotte said as her fingertips traced circles on Marin’s stomach. “I mean, not ‘weird,’ that’s a terrible word to use when I’m talking about having sex with you, but I was a little unsure what constitutes sex between two women. I guess I grew up thinking that anything you do with your hands is foreplay and sex is when a man penetrates you, so . . .” She shrugged. “I didn’t know what to expect. Maybe part of me worriedI wouldn’t enjoy sapphic sex as much, but actually . . . this feels more intimate somehow.”
Her hand dipped lower, cupping Marin intimately.
She throbbed at the touch. “Men need so much time to recharge, but women ... we can go again and again. It’s one of the things I’ve been most looking forward to.”
“Does that mean you’re ready to go again?” Charlotte asked, pressing down with her hand.
Marin gasped. “I’m always ready where you’re concerned.”
“That’s hot.” Charlotte grinned, looking much bolder now than she had a few minutes ago. “Then you won’t mind if I do a little exploring?”
“Please do.” Marin’s breath hitched as Charlotte’s fingers found her clit, circling it lightly.
“Right here?” Charlotte asked breathlessly.
Marin nodded somewhat desperately. “That’s the spot.”
“Noted.” Charlotte toyed with Marin’s clit, seeming to familiarize herself with it, and then she slid her fingers lower, pressing her fingertips to Marin’s entrance. “And here? Do you want my fingers inside you?”
Marin considered that for a moment, but ultimately the fact that she was coherent enough to think about it told her everything she needed to know. “I don’t hate it, but I don’t think I particularly care for it either.”
“Got it.” Charlotte captured her lips as her fingers continued to explore. She slid them over every intimate inch of Marin’s body, seeming to catalogue the places that made Marin gasp and moan. It was incredibly erotic, as was the knowledge that Charlotte wanted to please her, that Marin’s pleasure was the most important thing.
In the past, sex had been something she tolerated. She would close her eyes and hope Andrew hurried up so she could go to sleep. She’d experienced pleasure only by herself, with her own hand or her vibrator ... or by losing herself in a book, submersing herself in aworld where women’s pleasure was valued and celebrated and even prioritized.
Now she had a woman in her bed worshipping her body, prioritizing her pleasure, and it was ... there weren’t words. She kissed Charlotte with increasing desperation.
“Whoa. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Charlotte touched Marin’s cheek, drawing her attention to the fact that she was crying.
