When she feels Riley taking both of her wrists in one hand so the other one can sneak down her body, a faint sense of panic rises in her chest. Thinking quickly to override her fight or flight response, she lowers her voice and boldly queries: “Are you going to keep wasting my precious time to tickle me, or are you going to grow up and eat me out?”
Riley breathes in sharply and sits back up within one second, releasing her grip on Charlotte’s wrists as if they are on fire. Charlotte smirks at the imminent blush on her face.
“Damn, you’re good,” Riley chuckles, sounding impressed.
“Yes, I am,” Charlotte says, matter-of-factly. Bucking her hips up suggestively, she adds: “Are you?”
“Does that mean I can take these off?” Riley asks, a hungry look in her eyes as her hands land on the waistband of Charlotte’s cotton panties.
“You better,” she answers, already lifting her hips to make it easier for Riley, who shuffles down while taking the panties with her and carefully peels them off of Charlotte’s wet core.
She guides them all the way down, throws them off the bed, and crawls back in between Charlotte’s legs, landing flat on her stomach.
The look on Riley’s face when she’s just a couple of inches from Charlotte’s pussy is nothing less than starved. Charlotte pushes herself up on her elbows to look down at her and braces for a comment on her undoubtedly messy pubic hair, but Riley keeps shifting her gaze between Charlotte’s eyes and the meal right in front of her as if it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever seen. Riley must be ignoring the state of her then, because there is no way ithasn’tcaught her attention.
“I’m sorry,” Charlotte blurts out. “I wasn’t sure if I should shave, I don’t know what the, uhm, rules are.”
Riley locks in on her cunt and her eyes narrow. “Don’t you fucking dare,” she growls, her face inching closer and closer to Charlotte’s damp curls. “I want you like this. Exactly like this.”
She looks like she wants to dive right in, but she stops herself just before she can press her nose against Charlotte.
“Can I… can Ipleasetouch you? Here?” Riley asks throatily, a genuine sense of urgency in her voice. Charlotte nods, but Riley requires verbal confirmation. “Yes?” She all but shakes with contained excitement, earning her a lopsided smile from Charlotte.
“Yes.”
Charlotte watches her as Riley reaches out a finger, exploring the soft skin on the inside of her thighs. Feeling her so close to the most intimate part of her body makes her feel uneasy at first, but again, Riley’s undivided attention and look of utter awe are so disarming that her tension quickly melts into pure desire.
At the first swipe between her folds, both of them gasp in unison and Charlotte throws her head back.
“Charlotte,” Riley chokes out. “Do you always get this wet?”
“I…” she looks back down at Riley, half-expecting a disgusted look on her face, but is met with an admiring shimmer in her eyes instead.
“I don’t know? Just the… normal amount? I guess?”
At the sight of Riley lifting her soaked finger and sucking it into her mouth without breaking eye contact, Charlotte’s brain short-circuits. She groans.
The comment does make her wonder: how wetisshe? Isn’t she supposed to be? Is it so different from what it’s supposed to be?
Before Riley can touch her again, Charlotte drops her own hand down between her legs. Even before she has reached her pussy, she feels the stickiness against her thighs. When she slides two fingers through the copious wetness, she goes rigid. There’s actual liquid trickling down her skin.
“I take it back. Not the normal amount,” she says hesitantly. “What the fuck?”
She definitely has never felt herself dripping like this. She’s briefly concerned about the state of her panties before she realizes what it means—before realizing how many fucking years she has wasted.
“I’m going to try to not act smug about this, but I can’t promise anything,” Riley says, her eyes glued to Charlotte’s exploring fingers. As Charlotte goes to pull her hand away to make space, Riley grabs her wrist.
“No, wait,” she says, finding Charlotte’s eyes again. “Will you teach me too? Show me what you like? Please?”
Charlotte doesn’t even get the chance to be insecure about the request, since Riley’s pleading voice somehow makesherthe vulnerable one in this situation. She slips her fingers back down, gathers some more wetness fromher entrance and scoops it up, spreading it around her clit.
The moment she starts tracing circles around her clit, her lower body starts jerking. Her nipples and her sides are not the only extremely sensitive areas she has, which has pros and cons.
Pro: she can make herself come in under a minute if she’s in a hurry.
Con: she can make herself come in under a minute if she’s not in a hurry.
She needs to go slow, excruciatingly slow, to not set herself off too quickly. Switching things up helps too, which is why she alternates between swirling circles and flicking side-to-side.
