“I learned from the best,” Charlotte says, straining as she kicks Riley’s feet apart to buck up into her core with her own thigh.
Riley laughs and throws her head up in ecstatic surprise. “Oh fuck, I’ve created a monster.”
“I’ll show you a monster,” Charlotte growls. She kisses her again, and gratefully drinks up Riley’s moans when she replaces her knee with her hand to press her palm against her pussy, applying pressure over her shorts.
Riley tilts her hips up, needing more friction, but Charlotte pulls back evilly.
“Charlie,” Riley sighs, releasing Charlotte’s ass to grab her hand. Charlotte deftly yanks herself out of Riley’s grip and captures her wrist against the mattress. Riley gives her an impressed smile and shakes her head.
“A beautiful, powerful, insatiable monster,” she says almost proudly, before freeing herself with a sudden tug, now sliding both hands in Charlotte’s hair to pull her closer. “Fuck, you’re hot,” she groans against her mouth.
Charlotte’s entire body heats up. “I need you,” she breathes. “Need to be inside you.” Even before she finishes her sentence, her hand slips behind the waistband of Riley’s shorts, letting out a surprised squeak as her fingers immediately brush through a familiar patch of hair instead of underwear.
“Presumptuous,” she remarks playfully, reveling in the way Riley’s body tenses up as she finds her way between hot, damp folds. The moment her fingertips graze her clit, Riley lets out an open-mouthed sigh that she’s convinced will send her straight to hell. Charlotte will gladly follow her, she decides then and there.
As her fingers dart through Riley’s wetness, Charlotte is reminded of the thing she has been putting off ever since she’s started sleeping with Riley. She feels her face flush.
“I wonder what you taste like,” she blurts out, morbid curiosity winning it over sex-etiquette. Despite their many steamy moments over the past few days, going down on Riley still feels like another step she isn’t ready to take. She’s briefly worried Riley might laugh at her, but she doesn’t.
“Have you ever tasted yourself?” Riley asks with a tone of genuine interest.
Charlotte presses her lips together in thought. “Maybe. A long time ago.”
“And what was that like?”
Charlotte frowns, wondering how Riley is expecting her to describe such a peculiar thing. “Five Michelin stars,” she deadpans.
“You’re aware the maximum is three?”
“So can you imagine how good I taste?”
“Actually, I can.” With the teasing look in her eyes still intact, Riley rubs the back of Charlotte’s hand with her thumb. “Wanna give me a try?”
She wants to, but her inner turmoil makes it feel like too big of a step. Like something she can never come back from. To taste another woman:thatwill make her a lesbian for sure.
“I’m sorry,” Charlotte says, truly embarrassed about her own reservations. Riley doesn’t give her a single second to feel bad about it.
“I don’t wanna hear you apologize,” she growls, pressing several kisses to her jaw, and then up toward her ear. “Why don’t you spend that energy on something else, and finger me instead?”
Charlotte feels herself clench at those words. She wonders if Riley could make her come just by talking to her—they might need to try that one day.
“It’s not fair,” Charlotte strains, slipping her fingers down to find Riley’s entrance. “Why do I keep wanting you all the time? Why can’t I stop thinking about it? And why…” She feels enough slickness, so she pushes two fingers in. “Why is it so fucking amazing to touch you like this?” Once her fingers are all the way in, she curls them, turning Riley into a whimpering mess.
Feeling Riley come apart like this is immensely satisfying and yet, there’s a weird sense of frustration bubbling up inside of her.
“Seriously. What the fuck,” she says, finding Riley’s lips again. “This isn’t… this isn’t normal, to want something, someone, this much.”
She straightens her fingers, pulls them out, and adds a third one before slowly adding them back in. Riley’sbreathing turns into uneven gasps, like she’s trying to say something, but she’s too far gone.
They pull each other apart like this all afternoon, giving and taking not in equal measure, but according to what they each need and want from moment to moment. They miss the arrival of most of the guests, knowing they’ll have to be at their absolute best tonight to survive a cross-examination from either Gabi, Lou, or both.
By the time the rehearsal dinner is supposed to start, she knows they'll have to hurry to get there. Riley eventually runs back to her own room for a quick shower and a change of clothes. Charlotte does the same and rinses herself off. She doesn’t bother washing her hair and prays the smell of sex won’t linger.
She throws on the suit she had packed for the rehearsal dinner; a fuchsia pantsuit with an oversized jacket and a white sleeveless top underneath, perfectly in line with the dress code. Gabi’s friends and family would wear any color related to pink, whereas Lou’s guests would stick to blue.
She quickly corrects her smudged mascara and applies a rosy lipstick that matches her suit. Nearly suffocating herself in a cloud of perfume, she decides she’s good to go.
When she leaves her room, Riley is already walking down the hall. They’re in such a hurry, they even forget to enter separately like they’ve been doing religiously for the past few days. Finally entering the part of therestaurant they’d rented out for the rehearsal dinner, both chests heaving, they pointedly ignore the looks from Gabi and Lou and throw themselves onto their task of welcoming the guests who are already there.
