Riley watches her fingers move with unmatched intensity. If she didn’t know any better, Charlotte would think the meaning of life was being presented to her, right between her legs. She feels Riley’s nails dig into her thighs, holding on for dear life as she damn near drools at the sight right in front of her.
“Think you got it?” Charlotte inquires dryly. Riley nods and when Charlotte lifts her hand from her pussy, Riley immediately replaces it with her mouth.
Right from the start, she feels close to combusting. Riley hungrily starts making out with her cunt like she wants to devour her, and Charlotte falls back on the bed when her elbows can’t hold her weight anymore. She feels Riley copying her own earlier movements with hertongue, and within a few seconds she has lost all sense of where she is, or even who she is.
She'd expected this to be something she would at least recognize from earlier experiences. It’s not the first time someone has gone down on her and it really shouldn’t make a difference, but it does. Oh shit, it does.
Reflexively, her hands fly down to Riley’s hair, fingers digging into her scalp to push her in even further. At Riley’s surprised moan she realizes what she’s doing, and she quickly withdraws her hands in shock.
Riley looks up at her, mouth still attached to her pussy, and reaches for her hands.
“Hm, no, come back. I like that,” she murmurs, guiding Charlotte’s hands back into her hair.
When Charlotte registers the kind of permission she’s gotten, she allows herself to get lost in Riley’s hair, directing her by tugging her up firmly when she needs less pressure, and pulling her in when she needs more. Every time she directs her like that, Riley lets out a sinful moan, the sound vibrating against her clit.
Despite the ability to tug on Riley’s hair when it gets too much too quickly, the sensation builds up fast. Charlotte realizes there’s no other option than to surrender under Riley’s highly skilled tongue and mouth. It’s unworldly, really, the way Riley pays attention to her body.
When Charlotte bites her bottom lip so hard it almost bleeds to keep herself from making any loud noises, Rileynotices it even with her eyes closed, and swats her ass lightly.
“Wanna hear you,” she whispers hotly against her pussy. Charlotte shakes her head in response.
“Why not?” Riley asks, a hint of concern in her voice as she pauses.
“I’m… if I let go, I can’t control it. I’m really fucking loud,” she admits between clenched teeth.
“What I’m hearing is the opposite of a problem,” Riley says. “Do you have any idea how hot that sounds?”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“So let me hear it.”
When Riley dives back in, she seems to be making a point of finding the perfect angles, trying anything to make Charlotte let go. It doesn’t take her very long to figure out how to do that.
The moment she places her lips around her clit and sucks, Charlotte roars. The sucking lasts for only two seconds, but anything that follows feels ten times more intense. Charlotte tries to catch her breath and stop herself from moaning, but Riley doesn’t give her a chance: she’s relentless.
And Charlotte—well, she gets loud.
Her moans get gradually more pitchy and she loses any sense of reality as every flick of Riley’s tongue brings her higher and higher into a lustful delirium. She bucks her hips up to get even more friction, the concept of buying herself more time before her orgasm now completely thrown out the window.
“Riley, fuck,” she gasps, and just when she thinks it can’t get any better, Riley goes feral when she hears her name in the throes of Charlotte’s passion. Her tongue flicks at her clit at a maddening pace.
“Riiii—”Charlotte groans, the muscles in her entire body tensing up. Her thighs and calves are strung so tightly that her legs shake uncontrollably; her toes start curling and her heels dig into the mattress.
Riley looks up at her from between her legs one more time, and she has the nerve to fucking wink at her.
“Oh—fuck!”
First, her back arches, nearly making her spine snap. Then, she forcefully throws her head back, eyes squeezed tightly shut, mouth opened wide in a silent scream. Lastly, her thighs try to slam together, locking Riley’s head in as everything around her stills. Her vision, even behind closed eyelids, shatters into pieces; she watches the static noise settle like snowflakes in a storm. She doesn’t think she’s still breathing, but she doesn’t need it. She doesn’t need anything anymore.
When she opens her eyes, Riley’s head is already on her chest, facing her. When did that happen?
She hears someone panting, but it’s not Riley. It takes a few seconds before she realizes it’sher. She tries to move her legs, but they shake in protest and make her entire body shudder. Taking a moment to check in with her body, she figures her lower half is still convulsing.
“W-what the fuck,” she stammers weakly. “What the… actual fuck was that?”
Riley smiles at her, eyes glimmering in admiration.
“That, darling,” she says, planting a chaste kiss between her breasts. “Was the most beautiful orgasm I have seen in my life.”
