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Charlotte liked sex. Loved it. In past relationships, she’d been accused of wanting it too often… She could go without it. They made toys for that. But was it so wrong to want to be with your partner? Was it so wrong to want to make someone else feel good?

Yet, here Ali was, telling her they weren’t done, despite what Charlotte just wrung out of her.

She rolled beneath Charlotte. Their lips met in a bruising kiss, heat flaring anew.

Ali’s nails grazed down the column of her neck and across her chest until they met her corset, teasing her peaked nipples through the fabric.

Charlotte’s hand slid under Ali’s knee, intending to bury the strap in her once again. But Ali had other plans. With sudden strength, she hooked a leg behind Charlotte’s and rolled them, reversing their positions. Charlotte hit the sheets in a spill of dark hair, swirling wisps made of impenetrable night against the white sheets.

Ali didn’t hesitate, she gripped the strap, lined it up with her entrance, and sank down with a groan of satisfaction. Charlotte’s breath caught, hands sliding along inked thighs, over the cinch of her waist to palm her breasts. Charlotte bit her lip, drinking in the delicious way she arched into the touch and candlelight warmed her skin and caught in the fiery strands of her hair.

Ali rolled her hips and Charlotte groaned as the base of the strap ground perfectly against Charlotte’s clit, making her back arch in answer. A breathless wanting sound left her. After making Ali fall apart several times, she was orbiting the cusp for what felt like an eternity, and the need burned bright beneath her skin.

Judging by Ali’s satisfied smirk, she knew exactly what she was doing.

Ali braced her knees into the mattress, lifted up, and dropped back down.

Both of them moaned.

Ali repeated the movement, again, and again, and again. Each plunge grew faster, more punishing. Charlotte’s hands gripped her hips to keep her steady, moaning as every downward roll sent shockwaves through her body.

“If I am yours,” Ali rasped, breathing ragged, “does that make you mine?”

“Yes,” Charlotte groaned, one hand moving up to cup the sensitive swell of her breast.

“Say it,” Ali growled, measuring every drop and roll of her hips so the base ground against Charlotte’s clit with every movement.

Charlotte’s other hand slipped between Ali’s thighs, thumb finding the bundle of nerves. “I’m yours.”

“Again,” Ali demanded, teeth clenched, fighting to keep her rhythm steady as Charlotte’s voice betrayed her growing desperation.

Charlotte pressed harder, the thought of Ali unraveling above her too good to resist. “I’m yours, Lina.”

A tension inside her coiled into a blinding singularity, threatening to collapse.

“Come for me.”

Charlotte shook her head, voice cracking. “Only if you come with me.”

She fought the oncoming rupture as her head tipped back. Her thumb moved in tighter circles.

Ali’s body answered first, cunt clenching around the strap as her control splintered, pleasure stormed through her, pulling Charlotte with her.

Charlotte’s cry tore free as her spine bowed, release exploding through her with the force of a dying star.

Her hands fell slack into the sheets. The cosmos flared white-hot behind her closed eyes as they shattered together.

Ali fell forward and their bodies slipped together, slick with sweat and starlit aftermath. They lay tangled and trembling, laughter bubbling up between ragged breaths as the universe slowly settled back into place.

At last, Charlotte found enough strength to draw Ali into her arms and roll them onto their sides.

“Best fuck I’ve ever had,” Ali murmured deliriously, patting Charlotte’s shoulder.

Charlotte huffed a quiet laugh and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

How could she possibly disagree?

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