They didn’t stop. Didn’t speak. Just stumbled forward, onto Taylor’s bed.
19
The mattress dipped under their combined weight as Taylor rolled them both deeper into the sheets. Charlotte’s back hit the bed first, the fabric smooth against her skin, but then Taylor was there, pressing down, her body a solid, warm weight that erased everything but the slick heat of her mouth.
Taylor kissed like she meant to devour her, not gentle, not careful. Her lips parted Charlotte’s with a demand that sent a jolt straight between Charlotte’s legs, her hips lifting off the bed before she could stop herself. Taylor’s hands were already moving, palms sliding down Charlotte’s sides, thumbs caressing into the dip of her waist before tracing lower, over the curve of her hips, then back up the ridge of her spine. The slide of Taylor’s fingertips on Charlotte’s skin made her breath stutter.
Charlotte arched into it, her nails digging into Taylor’s shoulders. Four months. Four fucking months of this ache coiled tight in her gut, and now Taylor’s mouth was on her jaw, her throat, the sensitive skin just below her ear, teeth grazing the pulse point there. A sound tore out of Charlotte, something raw and needy, and she didn’t even recognize it as her own.
Taylor’s lips curled against her skin. “God, you make noises like that and I’m gonna lose it.”
Charlotte’s fingers tangled in Taylor’s hair, yanking her back up for another kiss. She needed more, needed pressure. She rocked her hips up, searching, but Taylor pulled back just enough to evade her, her breath hot against Charlotte’s mouth.
“Not yet,” Taylor said, her voice rough. She kissed Charlotte again, slow this time, deliberate, her tongue sweeping in deep before she pulled away entirely, leaving Charlotte’s lips wet and swollen.
A whine built in Charlotte’s throat. Taylor’s mouth trailed down her neck, her collarbone, the valley between her breasts. Charlotte’s nipples tightened as Taylor’s breath ghosted over them, but then Taylor was moving lower, her lips pressing into the soft flesh of Charlotte’s stomach, her tongue dipping into the shallow well of her navel.
Charlotte’s hands flew to Taylor’s hair, her fingers twisting in the chestnut waves. “Taylor?—”
“Shh.” Taylor’s hands slid under Charlotte’s thighs, spreading them wider, and then her mouth wasthere, hot and open against the inside of Charlotte’s thigh, so close to where she needed her but not close enough. Charlotte’s hips jerked, her body trying to force the contact, but Taylor held her down with a firm press of her palms, her thumbs digging into the tender skin just above Charlotte’s knees.
“You’re killing me,” Charlotte said, her voice breathless.
Taylor’s laugh vibrated against her skin. “No, I’mbuildingyou up.”
Then her mouth was on Charlotte’s clit, her tongue flat and broad, dragging up in one long, slow stroke. Charlotte’s back bowed off the bed, a broken sound ripping from her throat. Taylor did it again, and again. Each pass of her tongue sent a fresh wave of heat through Charlotte’s body, her nerves lightingup like live wires. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body responding to every flick, every suck, her thighs trembling with the effort of staying open, oflettingTaylor do this to her.
But Taylor didn’t let her come.
Every time Charlotte got close, every time her breathing faltered and her muscles locked, Taylor pulled back, her lips brushing Charlotte’s inner thighs, her fingers tracing light, maddening patterns over Charlotte’s stomach, her hips, anywhere but where she needed them.
“Taylor,please,” Charlotte said, the word breaking.
Taylor lifted her head just enough to meet Charlotte’s eyes, her own dark with hunger. “You want to come?”
“Yes—fuck?—”
Taylor’s tongue circled her clit once, twice, then pulled away again. “Then take it.”
Charlotte’s vision blurred. She reached down, her fingers tangling in Taylor’s hair, trying to guide her back, but Taylor caught her wrist, her grip firm.
“No.” Taylor’s voice was a growl. “You want it?Makeme give it to you.”
Something inside Charlotte snapped.
She surged up, her free hand slamming into Taylor’s shoulder, shoving her back. Taylor went willingly, her eyes flashing with surprise and something darker, somethinghungry, as Charlotte rolled on top of her, straddling her thighs.
Taylor’s lips were swollen, her chin glistening. Charlotte leaned down and kissed her, tasting herself on Taylor’s tongue, the flavor sharp and musky. She broke the kiss with a gasp, her hand sliding down Taylor’s body, her fingers finding the wet heat between Taylor’s legs.
Taylor moaned, her head falling back against the pillows. “Fuck,yes?—”
Charlotte didn’t give her time to finish. She pushed two fingers inside Taylor in one smooth stroke, curling them up, her thumb pressing hard against Taylor’s clit. Taylor’s body jerked, her nails raking down Charlotte’s arms.
“You like that?” Charlotte’s voice was rough, her breath coming fast.
Taylor’s answer was a broken yes, her hips lifting into Charlotte’s hand, her body tightening around Charlotte’s fingers. Charlotte worked her harder, her fingers pistoning in and out, her thumb circling Taylor’s clit with insistent pressure. Taylor’s breath came in sharp, desperate gasps, her body coiling tighter and tighter, and then Charlotte stopped.
Taylor’s eyes flew open, her body trembling. “Charlotte?—”