Her peak approaches so fast, she doesn’t even have time to be embarrassed about it.
“I’m gonna come. Fuck, Ri, I’m coming,” she whimpers, almost making it sound like a prayer. The last thing she sees before she loses her vision and her legs give out, is Riley’s jaw dropping in quiet admiration.
Her orgasm doesn’t feel like one big explosion, but rather like a million little ones, sending her over the edge again and again as her knees buckle and Riley has to grip her waist to keep her from falling. When the overwhelming feeling slowly dissipates but her muscle strength hasn’t returned yet, she squeezes Riley’s arm to let her know it’s okay, and she gently helps her land on her knees.
After one last look in the mirror—face flushed, hair a mess—Charlotte turns around and looks up at Riley, who is almost vibrating with anticipation.
“Can I taste you now?” Charlotte all but begs. The sight of her on her knees, asking to go down on Riley must’ve short-circuited something in her brain; Riley’s eyes go wide and vaguely remind Charlotte of a slot machine landing on a triple pussy.
Riley nods hastily, already walking backwards and stuttering: “Let’s… bed. Want you t-to be comfortable.” As the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, she starts fumbling with the button of her slacks.
“Hey,” Charlotte protests weakly, crawling in her direction. “Stop that. ‘S my job.”
“Oh yeah?” Riley taunts her, not letting up. “So come get it.”
Charlotte pauses mid-crawl and decides to take off her dress to increase her own range of motion. Riley looks like she is about to drool at the sight, so Charlotte puffs out her chest for show.
When she reaches Riley, Charlotte doesn’t waste a second yaking on the zipper of her pants and tugging them down to her knees, after which she pats on the bed for Riley to take a seat. Riley meekly follows her command, causing her chest now to be within Charlotte’s reach. She unbuttons the waistcoat to make Riley’s breasts come into view, but decides it has to stay on.
Riley whines when Charlotte takes her slacks the rest of the way off and positions herself in between Riley’s legs. She soothes her impatience by scraping her nails along the inside of her thighs.
Taking a page from Riley’s signature teasingly slow pace, she hooks her fingers in the gusset of her panties to get a feel for how badly she wants her.
“Insatiable,” she teases, getting higher up on her knees to lean in for a kiss.
Riley weakly complains against her lips. “So are you going to get to work, or what?”
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Charlotte’s reservations about putting her mouth between Riley’s legs are still there. But her curiosity, her flaming desire, and most of all; her urgent need to taste her and make her feel good are much, much more present.
Without giving it any more thought, she lifts the fingers that had been buried in Riley’s wetness to her own mouth. She sticks her tongue out to lap up her taste, unintentionally giving Riley a show. She only realizes the pornographic gesture when she watches Riley turn crimson.
The flavor pretty comparable to her own, except there’s a deep, heady touch of pure Riley to it.
“You could’ve told me you’re this delicious, you know,” she says while snobbishly raising her eyebrows, giving her fingers another lick for good measure.
“If you already like that, you should taste it from the source,” Riley says breathlessly, making zero effort to hide how turned on she is and pushing her own panties down over her hips until she can kick them off. She scooches back on the bed to make space for Charlotte to join, who eagerly climbs up to follow her.
“I wish I would’ve thought of that,” Charlotte murmurs against a hipbone, grazing it with her teeth.
While slowly kissing her way to the patch of hair above the pubic bone, she feels one of Riley’s hands slide into her hair. She pauses for a moment, deciding whether she likes that, but when she feels a set of nails digging into her scalp, it causes a shiver to run down her spine. Yes. Yes, she likes it.
Hovering inches above her pussy, Charlotte gets overwhelmed by the scent of Riley’s arousal, drawing her in on instinct. Mesmerized, Charlotte lowers herself down on her chest, leans on her elbows, and uses both thumbs to spread Riley open and expose her clit.
“Please,” she hears a desperate whimper, only now noticing that Riley is shaking under her touch.
The scent gets even stronger, and before one of them can actually go insane, she flicks her tongue at the small,pulsing bundle of nerves. Riley starts panting even faster, breathing heavily through her nose.
Charlotte does it again, reveling in the jolt of Riley’s body when her tongue makes contact—and again. Then she stays there, enveloping her clit completely with her lips, sucking softly.
“Oh shit!” Riley’s hips buck up wildly, making Charlotte lose her grip. “No, no, come back,” she begs, guiding her head between her legs by her hair. Charlotte grins as she lets her mouth and nose be pressed into Riley’s core, and this time she takes a long swipe from her entrance to her clit, taking everything there is on offer.
Her senses get completely overrun by Riley, Riley, Riley. There’s something about being allowed to be this close to her, to experience the most intimate part of her. It’s a privilege to taste her like this—to draw the most delicious sounds out of her.
“I think I might be gay,” Charlotte muffles, her mouth full of pussy. Riley can’t help but laugh.
“You think?”
Charlotte’s tongue starts exploring, just like how Riley’s always does. She wants to find the exact spots and movements that set her off the most, turning Riley into a blabbering mess. Charlotte’s own mind goes hazy from watching Riley lose herself to pleasure.
