“God,” Charlotte grit out, the little moans from the back of her throat resuming as Sutton started sliding her fingers in and out.
Deeply, firmly, but not quickly. No.
She wanted to feel everything. Every movement, every quiver, every time Charlotte tightened around her.
Those sounds that Sutton didn’t think Charlotte knew she made.
She had a hunger inside of her, something she wondered if it could ever be sated, sparked by Charlotte’s words. By Charlotte sharing herself and being vulnerable with Sutton.
It consumed her, the embers only growing hotter and hotter with every sigh that left Charlotte’s mouth. Every trembling moan. Every hitch of her breath. Every time she jerked her hips down, thoughtlessly and shamelessly demanding more.
Sutton took in everything, feeling it rock through her body. Through every part of her.
When Charlotte’s thighs quaked around her wrist and her nails dug hard into Sutton’s shoulders and the sounds she made became even louder, even more choked off, Sutton knew she was close.Soclose.
Her heartpoundedwith the need for it, too. She needed Charlotte to unravel completely, all around her.
And still, she stopped moving. She hadn’t planned on it, but—she—she needed. She swallowed, and her throat was so dry, and she could only stare up at Charlotte, and she didn’t know what she needed, but she knew she wasn’t ready for this to end.
Charlotte’s chest heaved as she strained against Sutton, mesmerizing her as her breasts swayed with each breath.Yes, Sutton dimly registered. She neededmore.
She kept her fingers stilled inside of Charlotte, curled deeply against her, feeling her drip around her fingers. Feeling Charlotte clench, desperately. Feeling Charlotte shake from how close she was to coming.
Sutton slid her other hand down and settled it on Charlotte’s hip, gripping, keeping her as still as possible. The wanton, uncontrollable rocking Charlotte could manage as Sutton held her still did nothing, she knew. Nothing that Charlotteneeded.
The knowledge of that worked through Sutton, viscerally. The power.
She stayed perfectly still as she realizedthatwas what made the throbbing between her own legs nearly unbearable right now.Thatwas what had made her pause.
That sheneeded,in this moment, to soak in every second of this. Every single second that she was what Charlotte needed.WhoCharlotte needed.
Whimpers snuck out of Charlotte’s throat as she finally blinked her eyes open, bleary and demanding and wanting and confused, locking them onto Sutton’s.
“Good,” she whispered, the feeling of the word like gravel in her throat after so many minutes of groans and panting for breath.
“Su… Su-tton,” Charlotte grit out, attempting to move her hips again.
Sutton tightened her hand against the motion, making Charlotte moan, the sound so guttural. It was feral, almost, as her fingernails dug in harder against Sutton’s shoulders, and she could feel Charlotte clench around her again.
Fuck.
God, she wanted it. She wanted to see and hear and feel Charlotte come for her.
Still, she didn’t move. Didn’t let herself.
The confusion that clouded Charlotte’s gaze became even more pronounced. She took in a deep breath through gritted teeth, like she was trying to focus on Sutton. Like she was trying to get more clarity on the situation.
But Sutton didn’t want more clarity.
Honestly, she wasn’t sure she could think super clearly right now. All she knew was that she wanted Charlotte entirely mindless for her. Open and vulnerable and giving and only for Sutton.
All for Sutton.
In all of the ways she’d dreamed about, fantasized about, and then locked away.
She flexed her fingers, the three she had inside of Charlotte, curling them inside of her.
The clarity that Charlotte had clearly been trying to grasp dissipated, and a vicious, intense sense of satisfaction slid through Sutton.
