“God,” Charlotte keened, throwing her head back. “Please. S-ut—just—please.”
Sutton slid her fingers out, then thrusted again. Once more, she made sure her palm rubbed against Charlotte’s clit with every movement. Then again, as Charlotte scrambled to find a new purchase against Sutton’s shoulders.
With every sound Charlotte made, an echo of Sutton’s name sounded. Her eyes snapped open as Sutton felt her tightening around her fingers, locking onto Sutton’s gaze and holding there.
And she came.
Around Sutton’s fingers, with Sutton’s name on her lips, her nails leaving marks on Sutton’s shoulders as she still wore Sutton’s clothing.
She camefor Sutton.
Charlotte was still panting as she started to come down, as she finally seemed to come back to herself. She stared, eyes dark and wanting, at Sutton.
And Sutton, her heart in her throat, couldn’t look away.
Charlotte crashed her lips into Sutton’s then, lips and teeth and tongue demanding, as she reached down and clutched at Sutton’s wrist. She lifted her hips and pulled Sutton’s hand out from between her thighs as she nipped at Sutton’s bottom lip, then sucked it between her teeth.
Sutton’s breath was already ragged, unable to keep her own hips steady because shewantedso badly. She wanted Charlotte inside of her. She wanted Charlotte’s mouth on her. She wantedCharlotte.
She whimpered as Charlotte released her bottom lip, then brought Sutton’s hand up to her mouth. Sutton let herself be maneuvered, anticipation spiking through her, desperate for Charlotte’s every move.
As Charlotte brought Sutton’s wet fingers to her lips, the nerve endings in Sutton’s fingertips seemed to explode as Charlotte moved them over her full lips.
She couldn’t even make sense of the sounds escaping her own throat, especially not as Charlotte then sucked Sutton’s fingers into her mouth.
“God,” she hissed out, biting off a whimper as her fingers were encased by the warmth of Charlotte’s mouth.
She felt Charlotte drag her tongue over her fingers, and she shuddered with it. She felt Charlotte’s lips wrap around her as she started sliding Sutton’s fingers out of her mouth, and shethrobbed.
Charlotte knew it, too. Sutton knew she did, even before she quirked an eyebrow and leaned in to Sutton’s ear as she murmured, “Darling, I’m going to make you come so hard, you won’t be getting back up tonight. Do you want it here or in your bed?”
Fuck.
Sutton knew without a single doubt, as those words pulsed through her body, that Charlotte wasn’t being hyperbolic. “Bed.”
Sutton wokewithout an alarm at eight, rather than being hopped on or shaken awake or alerted by excited squeals about Santa before six, which was how her Christmas mornings had been spent for the last several years. Ever since Lucy could walk and talk and escape her own bed.
And though that thought sent a spike of longing and sadness through her… she’d turned her head on her pillow to look at Charlotte lying next to her.
Still sleeping, soundly.
She’d always woken before Charlotte had. It was something she’d found so amusing, so endearing years ago. That Charlotte was such a go-getter, had every day planned, was alwaysreadyfor whatever her day might bring but that she, instinctively, always slept heavier and for longer than Sutton did.
Sutton used to wake up before Charlotte; then—in the beginning, especially—she would leave before Charlotte woke or when she was just waking up.
But she always took a few moments to look at her.
Something about the sight of Charlotte sleeping had felt so sweet to Sutton.
It still did, she thought, and she was unable to control the way that feeling spiralled through her, melting through her veins before settling warmly in her chest.
Charlotte’s head was turned toward Sutton, her body curled up in the direction of Sutton’s, her arm thrown out over Sutton’s waist. When Charlotte was asleep, she sought out and initiated closeness.
It was so endearing.
Her wavy hair was tousled, and her cheeks were rosy, and her pouty lips were open the slightest bit, and Sutton couldn’t control the soft sigh that escaped her as her heart flip-flopped in her chest.
It was easier to keep up her emotional guards with Charlotte; sheknewthat.
