But before she can calculate how to do that, one of Riley’s hands starts slowly trailing upward past her stomach, coming to a halt on her ribs. When Charlotte realizes what she’s about to do, even though the hand is still over her dress, a rush of heat spikes through her body, quickening her breath in anticipation.
Riley pulls her mouth away, but her body stays close. “May I touch you here?” she asks softly, tentatively stroking the underside of her breast with a finger.
“Yes,” Charlotte inhales, nodding encouragingly. She’s about to combust under the tension. “Please.”
Riley’s hand continues its journey upward, carefully cupping the entire breast in her palm. Charlotte tries to suppress a hiss when she feels her nipple harden through the fabric.
“Damn, Charlie,” Riley drawls, licking her own lips. “No bra? Couldn’t you go easy on me?”
Her playful tone relieves some of the tension, and Charlotte relaxes into the touch. As Riley gently starts massaging the skin through her dress, Charlotte replies: “Don’t try to convince me you hadn't noticed that yet.”
Riley leans forward, kissing Charlotte’s neck on the opposite side of where her hand is working her breast.
“You sound so surprised that I haven’t been looking at your tits,” she remarks, softly sucking at Charlotte’s pulse point. The palm of the hand on her breast starts rubbing against the pebbled nipple.
Charlotte throws her head back as the sensation sends sparks throughout her entire upper body. “You’re a criminal,” she hisses. “You’re a lying motherfucking criminal.”
“Hm, you got me,” Riley admits, switching sides, cupping and squeezing the neglected breast. But instead of pushing her palm against the nipple, this time she softly pinches it through the fabric. Charlotte lets outa mewl that embarrasses her immediately, until she notices it invigorates Riley’s caresses. The pinching turns into pulling, and Charlotte presses her lips together to not make any more noise.
“You feel incredible,” Riley says, the sound muffled against Charlotte’s neck. “I wonder if mezcal makes you take your clothes off too.”
“Are you hinting at something?”
“Not at all.”
“Riley?”
“Hm?”
Riley pulls back and Charlotte softens as she takes in the genuine, expectant look in her eyes. She gathers all her courage and places her palm against Riley’s chest. Her shy gaze drops to her own finger, lazily flicking the button on Riley’s dress.
“I want to touch you first.”
11
Riley looks up, meeting Charlotte’s gaze at eye level. The brown of her eyes has nearly turned black, her chest heaving.
“Okay,” she breathes, processing what Charlotte is asking. “Yeah, of course.”
She drops her hand back to Charlotte’s hip, waiting for her to take or ask for what she wants. Charlotte sucks in her own bottom lip, suddenly paralyzed. She has no idea how to do this, where to even start.
Riley examines her face, intensely maintaining eye contact, as to not lose Charlotte to her own thoughts. “Do you need—”
“Teach me,” Charlotte whispers, a desperate edge to her voice. “Tell me what you like, how to touch you."
Riley nods, thinks about it for a second, and takes Charlotte by the hand to guide her to the bed. She makes her sit down on the edge, stands in front of her, and lifts her own dress up a little to straddle her. As Riley sits down on Charlotte’s lap, bookending her thighs with her knees, she cups her face to ask if this is okay.
“Yes,” Charlotte answers, feeling grounded by Riley’s weight on her. She places her hands on her bare thighs, squeezing softly. It makes Riley rock her hips into Charlotte’s, eliciting a low chuckle from both of them.
She knows Riley can tell she’s still way too tense, which is why Riley tangles her hands in her hair and leans forward to kiss her. It’s softer now, less hurried, but not any less intimate. Riley kisses her like she’s trying to siphon a sense of calm into Charlotte through their joined lips, and Charlotte giggles into her mouth when she realizes it’s actually working.
With their lips still connected, Riley places her hands on top of Charlotte’s. She slowly lifts them off her thighs and guides them to her own breasts. When her hands land where Riley wants them, Charlotte starts squeezing her without prompting.
“And you’re calling me out for not wearing a bra?” Charlotte rasps, nipping punishingly at Riley’s lip.
Riley’s fingers apply more and more pressure to her hands, silently asking Charlotte to squeeze harder. She gradually complies, scared to hurt her at first, but when Riley gasps at a particularly firm squeeze she doesn’t need to think about it anymore and her body takes over. She gives more of herself to Riley; she deepens the kiss, strongly massages her breasts so that she can keep listening to Riley’s gasps and whimpers, and she eventually even starts bucking up her hips every now and then, unleashing her own desire. Riley lets goof Charlotte’s hands, fully relaxing under Charlotte's exploring hands.
When Charlotte finally gets the hang of it, it feels great, but she’s still only feeling her up through the fabric. And that just won’t do.
