“There’s nothing kinky about wanting to be careful and safe,” Riley says with a smile, but her tone is genuine. “And like I said before: I’m not bringing up my kinks with you in the foreseeable future anyway.” Her smile turns into a grin.
Even though she didn’t necessarily want Riley to, she can’t help but feel a little rejected. “Why not?” she asks defensively. “Don’t think I can handle it? I may have never slept with a woman before, but I’m neither a virgin nor a prude.”
Riley shakes her head, leaning in to kiss Charlotte again. This time she puts her lips to her temple, murmuring: “Not everything is about you, mi pequeña bola de fuego. There are some things I need more time for because they makemevulnerable.”
Charlotte presses her lips together in guilt. She hasn’t considered that before. “Sorry.”
She doesn’t know what else to say, so she takes another sip of her drink. The burning sensation of the alcohol in her throat makes her feel present again.
Then she remembers what else Riley said.
“Wait—what did you call me?”
Riley smirks and places kisses from her temple down to her jaw, changes direction toward her ear, and softly nips at the shell. “You can be a bit of a hothead, Charlotte.”
The kisses continue, this time just below her ear, until Riley finds a spot that makes her jump.
“Mi bola de fuego. My fireball.”
“I’ll show you a fucking fireball,” Charlotte grumbles softly.
Riley laughs, and latches onto the spot that makes Charlotte squirm again.
“No me amenaces con pasar un buen rato.”
Charlotte whimpers, and not just because of where Riley’s lips are. While she normally admires Riley’s perceptiveness, she wants to curse it now.
With a pleased look on her face, Riley steps back, taking Charlotte’s glass from her hand and turning to the vanity. She takes one last sip of her own before placing both glasses down and walking back to Charlotte, whose back is still against the door. She doesn’t press herself up against her, but extends a hand for Charlotte to take.
When she does, she reels her in with a surprising amount of strength, making their bodies collide in the middle of the room. Riley catches her by the hips and wastes no time leaning in for a searing kiss on Charlotte’s mouth.
Charlotte immediately feels something cold and wet against her lips. When she parts them in surprise, she realizes Riley is letting her taste some of the mezcal in her mouth.Gross.
No, wait.Shit,she thinks.This is kind of hot.
“Tengo suerte de que seas tan mala ocultando lo que te excita,” Riley says after swallowing and breaking the kiss, fingers digging into Charlotte’s hips.
“You need to shut the fuck up,” Charlotte counters cheerily, in between licking the remnants of the alcohol from Riley’s lips. Riley playfully tries to catch her tongue between her lips every time it peeks out.
“No, si te hace tener más hambre de mí.”
“Riley, I swear to god, I will—”
“What?” Riley teases her. “What will you do?”
Charlotte really just wants to keep kissing her, but she can only stare at her lips.
“Come on, sweetheart. You promised to tell me,” Riley continues, lifting Charlotte’s chin up. When they make eye contact again, an inviting grin is waiting for her. The desire in Riley’s eyes makes it so much easier to say what she wants.
“Kiss me,” Charlotte says hungrily, feeling a sense of relief wash over her when Riley immediately complies.They crash into each other with their lips already parted, tongues exploring the inside of each other's mouth.
She can’t get over how Riley’s kisses wind her up so much every time: this woman has a seriously skilled tongue. That thought makes Charlotte moan into the kiss, a feeling of pride washing over her because she, and no one else, gets to kiss Riley right now.
As the kiss gets more heated, they press their bodies more and more into each other, desperate for physical contact. Upon a particularly well-aimed bucking of Riley’s hips, Charlotte gasps but quickly uses the distraction to put her foot between Riley’s legs. With her hands tangled in her hair, she pushes her leg up, applying pressure to Riley’s groin with her thigh.
“Oh, shit,” Riley moans, and reflexively rocks back on the thigh between her legs. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have taught you that,” she mumbles before diving back into the kiss.
The scene sets Charlotte off like fireworks; having this effect on Riley, eliciting these sounds and reactions from her, is something she won’t grow tired of anytime soon. On the contrary: when she starts feeling a damp heat on her thigh, she wants to do more.
