Dropping her hands to the hem of Riley’s dress, she breaks their kiss and looks up.
“Off?”
Through Riley’s clearly turned on state, her smile returns.
“Off, what?”
Charlotte rolls her eyes, but doesn’t have enough patience to fight her on this. “May I please take your dress off?” she asks reluctantly, and can’t help but add a mocking:“...Ma’am?”
She doesn’t miss Riley’s sharp intake of breath, but there’s no time to really register it as Riley pulls her own dress slowly up over her head, leaving her completely bare on Charlotte’s lap, save for her lace thong.
Captivated by the look of Riley’s naked breasts and hardened nipples right in front of her face, she surprises herself when she literally feels herself starting to salivate. And what is there to do but listen to her own body?
Not wasting a second, she leans forward, capturing one of the nipples between her lips. It’s a new sensation: the nipple feels rough and yet soft in her mouth. It’s delicate, and she’s highly aware of that when she swirls her tongue around it, hearing Riley hum above her.
Remembering that Riley likes firmer squeezes, she wonders if the same goes for the way she likes her nipples to be treated, so she softly digs her teeth in and starts pulling.
Riley swears loudly, rocking her hips down once again. Charlotte looks up, concerned she’s overdone it, but Riley looks down at her with an almost feral look in her eyes.
“Fuck, keep going,” she grunts, grabbing Charlotte by the back of her head and guiding her back down. Charlotte smiles into it as she keeps exploring all the different ways she can make Riley twitch and groan; biting, soothing, pinching, squeezing, and occasionally switching sides.
It gets almost impossible to ignore the heat that radiates from in between Riley’s legs, even if there’s still a few layers of fabric between them. With Riley grinding down every so often, she keeps reminding Charlotte of what else there is to discover.
Charlotte releases the breast with a pop, her lip curving up at the sound. She revels in the look of both nipples wet and a little red, proudly on Riley’s heaving chest.
“So, um, Riley?” she asks, slowly raising her eyes to meet Riley’s. The lingering heat she sees there almost makes her squirm.
“Yeah?”
“I think… I’m really into boobs. They’re so soft.”
Riley laughs, a rich, guttural sound. She cups Charlotte’s cheek with a hand, leans in close, and mocks sing-songily: “Duh.”
Then she rolls her eyes and kisses her firmly, which makes Charlotte's hands start traveling and find Riley’s hips, and eventually her ass, which she tentatively squeezes. Riley combs her fingers through Charlotte’s hair, giving her time to explore further.
But when Charlotte finds a good grip and manages to position her upper body just right, she’s able to flip them over, showcasing the strength that Riley likes so much. She effectively throws Riley on her back on the mattress and it elicits a high and uncharacteristic yelp out of her. Astonished, she immediately covers her mouth with both hands. As she looks up at Charlotte, who now looms over her, they both start laughing.
“You told me I could throw you around whenever I wanted,” Charlotte smirks.
Riley drops her hands from her mouth and lets them rest on her own breasts. “And I still stand by that. Trust me, I’m not complaining.”
Charlotte softly slaps her hands away, and awkwardly positions her body over Riley’s. She realizes she can still slot her knee between the other woman’s legs from this angle. She presses firmly against the hot and damp fabric of her thong, making Riley’s hands fly up to Charlotte’s shoulders, holding on for dear life.
Charlotte watches in awe as she withdraws her leg and notices the wet spot on her own thigh. Eyes wide,she reaches out, touching the wetness with her fingers, feeling the stickiness of it. Riley groans.
“Am I… doing this to you?” Charlotte whispers, mesmerized by her own damp digits.
“No, I’m having a really vivid daydream about Cate Blanchett,” Riley answers, rubbing her thighs together. At Charlotte’s raised eyebrow, she groans again. “Yes babe, you’re doing this to me. Fuck.”
From here, Charlotte feels stuck again, still full of want and lust but no idea how to proceed. When Riley’s breathing slows down, she registers Charlotte’s struggle and curls her fingers around her wrist.
“Do you want to get an even better feel of what you do to me?” she purrs.
Charlotte hesitates for a moment, knowing what this means, knowing she’s about to take a step into new territory. Her entire body tingles in anticipation. Yes,yes,she wants to know what she does to Riley. And how she can make it even worse—or better.
“Show me,” Charlotte husks, letting Riley guide her hand to her thong.
She briefly places Charlotte’s palm on her lower stomach, while her other hand comes down to lift the waistband up. She then shoves the hand in, lower, lower, through a patch of short, coarse hair, and finally, to where the wetness is undoubtedly coming from.
