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Charlotte trailed one perfectly manicured nail along the swell of her own breasts. “Do go on, darling.”

Hands slid down the lingerie, thumbs teasing her nipples into stiff peaks.

“Charlotte,” Ali panted, her tone breathless with want.

“Lover?”

“I might explode if you don’t fuck me,” Ali rasped.

Charlotte moved to the side table, pulling out the bag she stowed in the bottom drawer, unzipping it, she laid out what she needed with precise intent.

Harness in hand, black leather slid up her thighs and over the swell of her hips. Buckles fastened, and extra length tucked away. She fitted the dark blue dildo through the O-ring, ensuring it sat perfectly over her clit.

Ali looked near ravenous.

“Is the size alright?” she asked, even though she let Ali pick it out online.

Ali shuffled forward on her knees, eyes locked on the space between Charlotte’s thighs.

“More than. I want to feel you tomorrow.”

A cocky grin tugged at Charlotte’s mouth.

“Do you?” she asked as Ali took the strap in her hand and pressed the base into her clit. “I think I can manage that.”

Big doe eyes looked up through thick lashes as she ran her wet tongue along the length of the toy, slow and worshipful.

“Promise?”

Ali’s lips wrapped around the tip, taking the strap into her mouth.

Heat slammed through Charlotte at the sight.

She might be the death of me.

Speech abandoned her as nimble fingers sank into fiery strands, an ache in her core blooming. Ali’s free hand slipped between Charlotte’s thighs without warning, two fingers dipping into her and curling with devastating accuracy, making a show of taking the strap deeper at the same time.

Charlotte’s thoughts scattered. Curses spilled past her lips as sensation overwhelmed her. She couldn’t look away.

Fingers curled deep as stars spotted her vision.

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Ali gave a push of encouragement to the fist Charlotte had tangled in her hair. Ali took her fully, the vibration of her moan traveled straight through the strap and into Charlotte’s clit. It was pure cosmic feedback.

Reality rebooted.

A low sound tore from her chest and Charlotte shifted her grip and guided the rhythm herself, drawing Ali forward in slow, controlled thrusts, pulling them together like gravity.

“Where have you been all my life?” Charlotte growled between thrusts, legs trembling as Ali’s fingers drove her over the edge. The universe narrowed to heat and friction and stars bursting behind her eyes. She lost herself, fisting handfuls of damp hair, chasing the crescendo. When it arrived an obscene moan tore through the room like a shockwave.

Her legs went unsteady, but Charlotte refused to collapse. She had work to do.