Charlotte's chest tightens, overwhelmed by the idea and the sensation of her hand being in Riley’s underwear. She is somewhat stunned by slippery folds,not to mention the pubic hair she was concerned Riley would have an opinion on. If Riley keeps some of her own too, she can hardly be disgusted by Charlotte’s, right?
Riley takes Charlotte’s index finger and traces it over her lower lips, excruciatingly slowly, after which she uses her free hand to spread herself open. She swipes Charlotte’s finger through her wetness, all the way from her entrance to her clit. The moment she touches the small bundle of nerves, Riley shudders, and Charlotte with her.
That’s when Riley’s patience seems to shatter. She retracts both of her hands as well as Charlotte’s, causing Charlotte to worry for a moment, but then she pushes the waistband of her underwear down and lifts her hips up to get rid of it.
“Off,off,” she growls while fighting the flimsy piece of clothing now tangled up between her ankles.
Charlotte tuts disapprovingly. “I believe it’s supposed to be:'May I take my slutty excuse for underwear off, please?’”
Riley has just plucked her thong from her foot and flung it off the bed when she looks back at Charlotte with a dangerous look in her eyes.
“You’re on thin ice,” she whispers with a playful glint in her eyes.
“Am I?” Charlotte replies coyly, thoroughly enjoying her position. She’s sitting back on her heels next to Riley, perfectly located to take her fully naked body in.
“If you keep that big mouth of yours up, you’re gonna get yourself in a lot of trouble,” Riley lightly threatens her, but her words fall dead against Charlotte’s smirk, who reaches out a finger and starts tracing a line down from Riley’s sternum to her pubic bone. Her effect on Riley still gives her that rush of delicious confidence.
“Interesting. You don’t really seem like you’re in a position to make threats right now,” she remarks coolly, mindfully taking in every inch of skin she touches. She proudly notices the goosebumps that appear under her touch.
“Maybe not right now,” Riley reluctantly admits. “But just you wait until—ah!”
Charlotte has slipped her finger between Riley’s thighs again, continuing the stroking from where they had left off. Without Riley’s help this time, she feels around her pussy, studies her reaction to every touch, and eventually swipes up from her entrance to her clit again.
Riley reaches up for a pillow and yanks it down, places it under her head and squeezes the sides firmly in an attempt to keep her composure somehow. It’s not enough to keep her from releasing an occasional“oh fuck!”.
The whole thing makes Charlotte extremely aware of her own slick core. It encourages her to keep exploring every spot, every angle, every nerve that sets off any kind of reaction; tracing lines and circles, on her clit, lips, or just the inside of her thighs. She examines what kind of touches make her even wetter, which ones make her swear the loudest. She’s irreversibly captivated by thisbeautiful and intricate body surrendering to her touches when she hears her name in a soft whimper.
“Charlotte…” Riley’s lower body squirms as her hands still desperately grip onto the pillow under her head. “I need you to know… that I’m fully supportive of your need for exploration, and you should t-take all the time you need b-but you’re driving m-me absolutely f-fucking wild with your f-fingers and I’m extremely close t-to losing my goddamn mind if you d-don’t start fucking me right n-now.”
A wave of heat rushes up to Charlotte’s cheeks, throwing her off balance by both the hotness of Riley’s words and her own embarrassment for not noticing she’d been teasing her for so long.
“Oh, shit, sorry,” she stammers, but then she repeats Riley’s words in her head. “Wait—‘fucking you’? You want me tofuck you?”
“Yes!”
Suddenly, Charlotte feels herself getting tense again, breaking out in nervous sweat. “Do… do you mean you want me inside? Or—”
“Anything!” Riley shouts, and if Charlotte hadn’t been so strung up, she would’ve reveled in the fact that she can make Riley lose her mind like this.
She brings her middle finger back to Riley’s slit, starting at her clit and sliding down between her folds until she’s close to her entrance. When she keeps still for a moment, she can feel the pulsating of Riley’swalls underneath her finger, and her own clit responds immediately to that sensation.
“Do it,” Riley hisses. It’s the last thing she needs before sliding her finger in; just one knuckle at first, but she soon realizes she can easily push it in further. Her curiosity wins in this moment, and she takes a minute to register what being inside Riley feels like. It’s not like she’s never felt her own vagina from the inside, but apart from the fact she simply wouldn’t do that for her own enjoyment, it’s just so different being inside another person.
Her walls are soft, slippery, clenching and pulsing around her scrutinizing digit. She crooks it to see what happens, and is delighted when Riley’s entire body jolts and can’t seem to contain a deep moan.
“More,” she pleads.
Without hesitation this time, Charlotte pulls her middle finger back out, adds her ring finger and pushes them inside together. Riley gratefully welcomes them with a drawn out approving sound.
This next part, Charlotte knows. Even though being fucked like this wouldn’t do much for her, she knows what it could potentially do to other people. Riley included, apparently.
She shifts her own body into a more comfortable position on her side next to Riley while keeping her fingers inside. She presses a kiss against the side of Riley’s breast and slowly starts pumping her fingers. Hercheeks flare up at the wet, dirty sound it makes, but it’s soon drowned out by Riley’s moans.
“Yes,yes,” Riley pants, visibly relaxing under her touch while at the same time building up her future orgasm. When she has found a steady rhythm, Charlotte looks up to study Riley’s face. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is open; her face occasionally twitches when her lower body jerks. She’s a perfect middle between bliss and pleasure, and Charlotte decides she could look at her like this for days. Weeks.
“Harder,” Riley groans, and if Charlotte hadn’t been looking at her face, she wouldn’t have heard it. “Faster.”
Charlotte changes the angle of her arm and gives her what she asks for. Her grip on the pillow becomes so strong that Charlottewon't be surprised if she ends up ripping it apart. She also notices Riley’s tongue darting over her bottom lip; her mouth presumably dry from panting and heaving.
