“Oh, yeah. I am so,sogay,” she decides, before burying her face and tongue in Riley’s cunt so she doesn’t need her hands anymore. She brings one free hand upunder her chin, and carefully starts teasing around her entrance with one finger.
The sound Riley makes when she enters and curls her finger makes a wave of pure euphoria wash over her. She wonders how it’s possible to feel this ecstatic by making someoneelsefeel good—there’s nothing that can ever compare to this feeling.
She doubles her efforts, and with success: “Oh god,oh god,” Riley chants, making Charlotte feel more proud with every word she utters. “Right there, fuck yes!”
Riley comes with a cry and her spine goes rigid. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her hand replaces Charlotte’s hair with the bed sheets, her knuckles whitening as her grip tightens. Charlotte keeps fucking her through it until she starts squirming.
During a final moment of adrenaline, Charlotte slides her finger out and sucks it into her own mouth again for Riley’s viewing pleasure.
“This might be my new favorite thing to do,” she says around her finger, releasing it with a sharp sucking sound and crawling up the bed to look a spent Riley in the eyes.
“You should get a taste too,” she says, lowering her mouth onto Riley’s and pouring every bit of affection she feels into the kiss, making Riley release a satisfied sigh around her tongue. Riley’s arms envelop her and she lets herself get pulled in, eventually dropping her body onto Riley’s and her face in her neck.
“Just to double check,” Riley mumbles weakly. “You did agree to date me, right? Because I might cry if this is the last time we’re ever doing this.”
Charlotte chuckles against her skin and presses a soft kiss beneath her ear. “Depends. What does dating mean in your opinion? Are we going out? Are we exclusive? Are we… in a relationship? Or are you asking me to get m—” Her eyes widen. “Married! Fuck, Riley, the reception! What time is it?”
“You’re the one wearing a watch.”
“Yeah. Wait. Let me check.”
Charlotte reluctantly rolls off of her and checks the time. “Shit,shit!Why does this keep happening to us? We have to go!”
Frantically looking around for her dress, she watches Riley lazily arise from the bed.
“Would you kindly make haste?!” she asks snarkily, as if Riley understands her better that way.
“Yeah, I heard you,” Riley sighs. “I’ll shower first—”
“No time! We have to go, like, right now.”
“Oh shit,” Riley says when she finally starts to comprehend in how much of a hurry they are.
Charlotte pulls her dress back down her body as Riley looks around for her panties. When she finds them and moves to put them on, Charlotte stops her.
“Wait.”
Riley looks up. “Aren't we in a rush?”
“Yes,” Charlotte nods, while walking over to Riley. “But still. Wait.”
She plucks the panties from Riley’s hand, takes a second to notice how cold and wet they are, and she shakes her head.
“Actually, no. I’ll let you borrow mine,” she says, while chucking Riley’s panties into a corner of the room and finding a set of clean ones in her dresser. Still confused, Riley follows her every move.
“C’mere,” Charlotte says, walking back to the bed. Before Riley can stop her, Charlotte has already put Riley’s legs through the holes, now sliding them up to her hips. Next, she takes the blue slacks off the floor, extends a hand for Riley to grab, and pulls her up into a standing position. Once she is up, Charlotte puts Riley’s hand on her shoulder to give her stability, crouches down herself, and taps one of Riley’s ankles.
“Up,” she says, and Riley dumbly complies, lifting her foot and letting it be guided into her pant leg. The other one follows, and Charlotte continues shimmying the pants up Riley’s legs and over her hips. By the time she closes the zipper and the button, their bodies are nearly flush again.
“You remembered,” Riley whispers when Charlotte looks up and into her eyes. She looks impressed and like she’s about to cry at the same time.
“Of course I remembered,” Charlotte laughs shyly. “The image never left my mind.”
“Who knew you’d be such a hopeless romantic,” Riley teases her, cupping her cheek.
“Romantic, yes. Hopeless, no,” Charlotte fires back. “And if we had more time, this moment would be less awkward, but we really, really have to go.”
They quickly move on to checking themselves in the mirror. Their hair is a mess and their clothes are wrinkled, but there’s nothing they can do about it now. At least they can take a minute to get rid of any makeup stains on their face before leaving the hotel room and running back to the reception.
