Instinctively, Charlotte leans over and kisses her roughly to match the pace of her fucking. She slides her tongue inside and gives Riley no option but to surrender. The groans against her mouth send her own body spiraling down her own sense of pleasure. She’s almost positive she will come undone at the first touch on her clit.
But that’s not what she’s focusing on right now. She wants to keep this woman underneath her in this blissful state for as long as possible.
Her pumping picks up: higher pace, more force, turning every breath of Riley into a sound. She has never felt this powerful before; she could cry just looking at Riley’s trembling body.
“M-my clit,” Riley blurts out. “Touch my clit, p-please. Please, Charlotte.”
Hearing her name being moaned like that ignites an even bigger fire inside of her. She is going to make this woman come, if it’s the last thing she does.
For a moment, she isn’t sure if Riley means for her to take her fingers out and start rubbing her clit, or if she wants both. She decides to test her assumption by swiping her thumb over the angrily throbbing clit with her fingers still inside of Riley.
That must’ve been it, she concludes as Riley’s hips violently buck up.
“Circles,” Riley manages, and Charlotte does the math quickly. She can’t keep pumping and circling at the same time, so she stills her fingers and starts to draw circles with her thumb. In this position she can still move her fingers if she crooks them, which is how she finds the even softer, spongy spot near the front of Riley’s opening.
Riley nearly screams.
“Fuck,right there.Yes— Just like that, yes—fuck!”
Charlotte finds the perfect rhythm and keeps building her up, determined to make her finish.
“K-keep doing that,” Riley mutters, her body trashing, lost in the sensation. “Right fucking there, don’t stop, please, don’t stop...”
If Charlotte wasn’t already convinced that Riley’s orgasmic muttering was the most beautiful sound, she definitely is now. She almost doesn’t want it to stop, but as it turns out, there’s something even better.
A final “Fuck, yes!” makes Riley’s body go completely taut. Her hands fly out to grip Charlotte’s shoulders, and her nails sweetly painfully dig into the skin there. A few moments pass in deafening silence, after which one of her hands drops to make Charlotte’s movements stop when she gets too sensitive.
Riley shudders one last time and all of her muscles relax at once. Charlotte watches her as she breathes heavily, carefully letting her fingers slip out. She leans in to press soft kisses all over Riley’s sweaty torso, her neck, and eventually her face. Slowly but surely, Charlotte feels her smile under her ministrations.
“Holy fucking shit,” Riley sighs in post-orgasmic bliss, her eyes still closed. “I didn’t expect you to be, like,bad, but I wouldn’t have dared to dream you’d be a natural.” A giggle bubbles up and she finally opens her eyes, meeting Charlotte’s enamored gaze. She pulls Charlotte on top of her, buries her nose in her neck and inhales deeply.
“You made a woman come, Charlotte,” she purrs into her ear. “How does it feel?”
Charlotte had, in fact, just been realizing that. “Like… I want to do it again,” she answers truthfully.
She feels Riley’s hands roam over her back and she has to bite her lip to not react to the tickling sensation, but Riley suddenly stops mid-motion.
“Why the hell is your dress still on?” she hears Riley’s voice muffled against her neck.
“Because you didn’t take it off.”
“I didn’t take it off? You could’ve taken it off!”
“Yeah. I didn’t though. You could’ve asked.”
“I could’ve asked, but you could’ve just offered—”
“Are we going to debate this for another 45 minutes or are you gonna take my dress off?”
That’s all the encouragement Riley needs to regain her strength and roll them both over to straddle Charlotte, except this time, the latter is fully on her back.
Looking up at Riley like this—thoroughly fucked, with her hair a total mess, red patches on her sweaty skin from the exertion, currently towering over her—Charlotte is almost positive she’s soaking through her panties. How is this the first time they’re doing this?
“So,” Riley grins, grinding down her hips to make a point. “Dress off, yeah?” She extends her hand to help Charlotte sit up. Right before they pull the fabric up together, Charlotte shoots a pleading look up at Riley.
“Slowly?” she asks, almost inaudibly so. She doesn’t need to explain that this isn’t about the dress. Riley smiles and kisses her nose.
“Of course, pequeña bola de fuego,” Riley reassures her, and together they pull the dress up over Charlotte’s head.
