Coffee Eyes and Little White Lies
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With a light tug, she drew Ali up. Their mouths found each other again before Charlotte sent her toppling back into the mattress.
Ali spread her legs in welcome, eyes dark and shining, arousal glistening like an open invitation.
God, she was dripping.
A glorious sight. Stray wisps fanned out, shocking against white bedding. Her chest rose and fell in quick, needy breaths, teeth worrying her lower lip. A sneaky hand slipped between her own thighs, moving to tease her bundle of nerves.
A possessive sound rumbled from Charlotte’s chest as she prowled onto the bed. She caught one wrist, then the other, lifting them above Ali’s head and pinning them there. Her hips settled between Ali’s thighs, the length of the strap resting at her apex as muscled legs wrapped around her, pulling them flush against each other.
Charlotte dipped her head, sucked Ali’s bottom lip between her teeth, and bit just enough to draw a breathless moan as Ali arched up into her.
The hidden cuffs clicked and tightened around Ali’s wrists. Ali groaned her approval, anticipation sparking in her very blood.
“If at any point you want to stop, say red,” Charlotte instructed, voice dripping with liquid night before she sealed it with another kiss.
Charlotte shifted, guided the tip to her entrance, pushing in slow and steady, inch by exquisite inch, giving Ali time to adjust to the length and thickness.
Ali’s frustrated breaths brushed her cheek as she angled her hips, silently begging for more.
“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” Charlotte husked, fighting the urge to bury herself fully in the tight cunt already clenching for her.
Ali lifted up, nipping at Charlotte’s lip as her legs tightened around her waist, pulling her forward and taking her all at once.
Charlotte froze there, trying to give Ali time to adjust, but Ali had turned into a needy ravenous creature, hips undulating beneath her.
“Move.”
“So demanding,” Charlotte drawled.
She trailed kisses across her chest, then pulled back to meet darkened eyes, watching as her next words turned them almost wolfish.
“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”
She emphasized it with a slow withdrawal.
“You’re mine, Lina.”
Then she drove forward until she was fully seated inside her.
Ali gasped, head falling back to bare the elegant curve of her throat. Charlotte repeated the motion, delighting in the pleasure carving its way across Ali’s face. She tried to thrust her hips up for more, but Charlotte held her steady… only to answer with a sharp drive of her hips that tore a guttural sound from her, brown eyes squeezing shut as starlight scattered through her.
“Please,” Ali whined.
Charlotte brushed her lips across a thundering pulse point, smirking against speckled skin, hips resting between trembling thighs. “Please, what?”
Ali grumbled and bucked her hips. “If you don’t fuck me. I’ll take matters into my own hands.”
“If you insist,” Charlotte purred, drawing out with agonizing slowness, savoring the flash of fire that ignited in those dark eyes. “You’ll take it all, won’t you?”
Then she drove forward, hard, and the rhythm took over.
Slick, obscene sounds of the strap driving into her tight heat resounded, in a steady pulse. Charlotte swallowed the crescendo of moans, drunk on each broken sound.
Propping herself up on one elbow, her other hand slipped between them, circling Ali’s center with merciless precision. The base of the strap pressed against her clit, stoking the fire burning low in her own stomach.
“That’s my girl.”
She watched the color bloom across Ali’s skin like an expanding nebula, darkening already vibrant cheeks. And just as Ali tipped toward the edge, Charlotte went perfectly still.