“I’m not teasing,” Sutton countered, breathless herself as she nudged Charlotte’s feet wider apart so she could slide her fingers into Charlotte’s underwear. She could already feel how wet she was, a woman of her word.
Sutton had to choke back her own whimper as she pressed her fingers against Charlotte. She didn’t go inside just yet.
“Youwanted to wait. Are you ready?” she asked, exhilaration and arousal and hunger and need and love intertwining inside of her so powerfully, she was nearly shaking from it.
Charlotte’s nails bit into her back, a perfect bite of pain, as Charlotte groaned. “I think you can feel that I’m more thanready.”
Charlotte rolled her hips down into Sutton’s hand, looking for friction, and even though Sutton would have loved to drag this out, she simply wasn’t capable of such things right now.
She grabbed a fistful of Charlotte’s hair, keeping her lips affixed to Charlotte’s as she slid her fingers inside of her.
So wet. So fucking hot.
If Sutton had any doubt or question that these weeks without sex had been driving Charlotte just as insane as they’d been making her, she no longer was.
Not as Charlotte panted into her mouth, her hips already needily jerking against Sutton’s hand.
“Please,” Charlotte whimpered against her, her nails digging into Sutton’s shoulders. “Please, darling, I need you tomove. I need you to fuck me. I know it was my decision to wait, and we can laugh about how incredibly stupid it was later, but rightnow, I need?—”
Sutton was entirely uninterested in Charlotte’s self-reprimand. She was, for once, even entirely uninterested in Charlotte’s begging. Even if it was music to her ears, she had no desire to make Charlotte wait any longer than they’d already been waiting.
She slid her fingers out, then added a third now that she knew precisely how ready Charlotte was.
She fucked Charlotte, fast and hard, pressing their foreheads together as she brought her other hand up to clasp over Charlotte’s mouth.
It made an undeniable thrill shoot through her, knowing that she’d caused Charlotteto forget just how public they were. Knowing that the magnitude with which Charlotte wanted her, how much Charlotte needed Sutton to make her come, overshadowed any sense of decency.
Sutton could feel her own wetness dripping down her thigh, a dangerous thing in her dress, but couldn’t bring herself to care.
Not when she had Charlotte’s fingers clawing against her, Charlotte’s eyes watching her, helpless to this heat between them. Not when she had Charlotte’s hips snapping against her hand with raw abandon.
With whatever sanity she had left, she slowed her thrusts to lessen the sounds they were making. Instead, she pressed inside of Charlotte slowly, deeply, intently, curling her fingers to the spot that made Charlotte desperate every time.
It worked now like it always did as she whimpered against Sutton’s hand. She could feel Charlotte’s thigh shaking, knowing she wasso close.
She leaned in, pressing her lips against Charlotte’s ear, overcome with her own need as she whispered, “Do you remember when we had sex at the Guggenheim?”
Charlotte’s deep groan against her hand was all the affirmation she needed.
She dragged Charlotte’s earlobe between her teeth before releasing it. “It was the best sex I’ve ever had, up until we started having sex again,” she confessed, punctuating her words with thrusts.
Charlotte’s walls started tightening around her, and Sutton was just as invested in Charlotte’s impending orgasm as she was.
“I’ve thought about it so much over the years. Even when I tried not to,” she admitted, a whimper at the truth of her own words. “I didn’t want to think about you—about us—when I would touch myself, but I have. I’ve thought about how that night with you made me feel, how it was the beginning of understanding myself, so… so… much.”
She bent down, nipping her teeth into Charlotte’s neck just under her ear as she felt Charlotte fall apart around her. She kept her fingers deep inside, working the heel of her palm against Charlotte’s hard clit as she worked Charlotte through her orgasm.
And really, she’d needed to keep her mouth occupied, she thought dazedly, as she lifted her head a minute later. Because she’d made just as many needy sounds as Charlotte did while she’d been coming.
Fuck, Sutton wasso wet. She could feel herself pulsing, so turned on she could hardly breathe.
Charlotte’s eyes were wide and dark as she caught her breath, watching Sutton through heavy lids.
She slowly, carefully, removed her hand from Charlotte’s pants, feeling the hitch of Charlotte’s breath echo deep inside of her.
“Funny you mention that night at the Guggenheim,” Charlotte murmured, her voice so throaty, it made Sutton’s clit ache. “I’ve frequently revisited it in my own fantasies.”
“You have?” God, Sutton feltparched. She felt like she’d run a marathon, crossed the finish line, and yet was still not done.