Chapter Twenty-One #3
Charlotte’s brow furrowed in concentration.
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, which turned Marin on even more .
. . if that was possible at this point. She was so aroused she could hardly think straight.
Already, she felt the tingly heat of her impending release building low in her belly.
She’d been so close just from getting Charlotte off.
Marin canted her hips, increasing the pressure of Charlotte’s fingers, and just like that, she was coming.
The orgasm rushed through her fierce and fast, a blinding wave of pleasure that left her shuddering and limp with relief. She gasped and grinned as she clutched Charlotte tighter against her. “Fuck. Oh god, that was amazing.”
“I’m glad you think so, because I feel like I hardly did anything.” Charlotte smiled back at her. “In fact, I don’t think I’m finished with you yet. Watching you come was so hot, I want to see it again . . . and again.”
“Oh.” Marin stretched against the sheets, blissed out and relaxed, but already she felt the stirring of arousal again as a result of Charlotte’s words.
“I mean, I wouldn’t say no to that. I wouldn’t say no to anything with you.
” A lump rose in her throat at the admission, emotions surging to the surface because she just loved Charlotte so much.
She loved lying here with her, holding her, touching her, literally everything.
“I thought it would be weird, being with a woman,” Charlotte said as her fingertips traced circles on Marin’s stomach.
“I mean, not ‘weird,’ that’s a terrible word to use when I’m talking about having sex with you, but I was a little unsure what constitutes sex between two women.
I guess I grew up thinking that anything you do with your hands is foreplay and sex is when a man penetrates you, so .
. .” She shrugged. “I didn’t know what to expect.
Maybe part of me worried I wouldn’t enjoy sapphic sex as much, but actually . . . this feels more intimate somehow.”
Her hand dipped lower, cupping Marin intimately.
She throbbed at the touch. “Men need so much time to recharge, but women . . . we can go again and again. It’s one of the things I’ve been most looking forward to.”
“Does that mean you’re ready to go again?” Charlotte asked, pressing down with her hand.
Marin gasped. “I’m always ready where you’re concerned.”
“That’s hot.” Charlotte grinned, looking much bolder now than she had a few minutes ago. “Then you won’t mind if I do a little exploring?”
“Please do.” Marin’s breath hitched as Charlotte’s fingers found her clit, circling it lightly.
“Right here?” Charlotte asked breathlessly.
Marin nodded somewhat desperately. “That’s the spot.”
“Noted.” Charlotte toyed with Marin’s clit, seeming to familiarize herself with it, and then she slid her fingers lower, pressing her fingertips to Marin’s entrance. “And here? Do you want my fingers inside you?”
Marin considered that for a moment, but ultimately the fact that she was coherent enough to think about it told her everything she needed to know. “I don’t hate it, but I don’t think I particularly care for it either.”
“Got it.” Charlotte captured her lips as her fingers continued to explore.
She slid them over every intimate inch of Marin’s body, seeming to catalogue the places that made Marin gasp and moan.
It was incredibly erotic, as was the knowledge that Charlotte wanted to please her, that Marin’s pleasure was the most important thing.
In the past, sex had been something she tolerated.
She would close her eyes and hope Andrew hurried up so she could go to sleep.
She’d experienced pleasure only by herself, with her own hand or her vibrator .
. . or by losing herself in a book, submersing herself in a world where women’s pleasure was valued and celebrated and even prioritized.
Now she had a woman in her bed worshipping her body, prioritizing her pleasure, and it was . . . there weren’t words. She kissed Charlotte with increasing desperation.
“Whoa. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Charlotte touched Marin’s cheek, drawing her attention to the fact that she was crying.
“I’m fine. I’m so much better than fine. It’s just . . . emotional for me, being here with you, good emotions, I promise. Sex used to be something I dreaded, but I fantasized about a future where I would enjoy it. Now you’ve made that fantasy a reality, and I . . . I’m emotional.”
“Well, now you’re making me emotional.” Charlotte blinked, her own eyes glossy. “I think I love you, Marin Easterly.” She slapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god, I didn’t mean to just . . . blurt that out.”
“I’m glad you did, because I love you too.
” Marin was crying in earnest now, and she certainly hadn’t imagined saying those words for the first time while Charlotte’s hand was between her thighs, while she was breathless and aroused and crying from how good everything felt, but now . . . she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Oh, Marin.” Charlotte’s bottom lip trembled, and the way she was looking at Marin right now .
. . it was love, all right. It was the kind of love Marin had always wanted to see on a woman’s face, and she knew her face reflected the same emotion.
She was overflowing with it, and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
“It’s true.” Her voice was soft and tremulous as she cupped Charlotte’s cheek. “I love you.”
“I never saw this coming.” Charlotte blinked, looking surprised and so fucking happy.
“I just . . . wow. I had no idea how this would play out when I met you that day on the bus, but I knew something. You caught my eye from the first moment I saw you. I didn’t know why, but I knew you were important.
Then I thought I watched you die, and then I found you again, and now you’ve turned my world upside down in the very best way. ”
“The very best,” Marin echoed, then gasped when Charlotte’s fingers started moving again, slipping over her sensitive flesh.
“I love you.” Charlotte kissed her fiercely, hungrily, and then she dipped her head to kiss Marin’s neck.
She kept going, placing hot, wet kisses over Marin’s chest, teasing each of her nipples until Marin was whining and writhing against the bed.
She had never known her breasts were this sensitive.
It hadn’t done anything for her when Andrew kissed them, but Charlotte . . .
Oh, Charlotte . . .
Marin moaned as Charlotte ventured lower, licking around her navel before traveling the expanse of her stomach, drawing ever closer to where Marin ached for her, where Marin throbbed for her.
If it was possible, she was even more turned on now than she had been the first time.
Her core clenched in anticipation, and her breath came in rapid pants.
“I want to taste you.”
Marin let out the most outrageous moan. “Oh please. Please.”
She felt Charlotte’s warm breath first, gusting against her hypersensitive skin, and even that felt fantastic. Marin again clenched her hands in the sheets to have something to hold on to.
“Look at me,” Charlotte whispered.
Marin opened her eyes and looked down, and oh god, the image of Charlotte lying between her parted thighs was almost enough to make her come.
Charlotte’s blond hair was wild, tumbling over her shoulders.
Strands of it fell across Marin’s thighs, and she could think of nothing better than this, soft hair and soft skin, Charlotte’s plump pink lips smiling up at her.
“You’re so gorgeous when you’re this turned on,” Charlotte murmured, and then, while Marin watched, she leaned in, pressing her tongue firmly against Marin’s clit.
“Oh fuck.” Marin’s hips bucked, and her eyes slammed shut almost without her knowledge. Her entire consciousness narrowed to the hot, wet pleasure of Charlotte’s mouth.
Charlotte flicked her tongue back and forth, pausing from time to time as if to judge Marin’s responses to each of her movements.
She licked and kissed, occasionally moving from Marin’s clit to lavish attention on the rest of her, but she always returned to the spot that made Marin squirm and moan, that had stars bursting behind her eyelids.
She wanted this to last forever, but Charlotte’s mouth had other ideas. She swirled her tongue around Marin’s clit again, and the tension inside her crested. This was it, and it was going to be a big one. Oh fuck. Marin ground her hips against that talented tongue.
“Please,” she begged. “Please don’t stop.”
Charlotte didn’t stop. She kept licking, lavishing Marin with pleasure as she tipped over the edge.
This orgasm was exponentially stronger than the first one.
It radiated out from her core in blissful waves that just kept coming.
A hot, tingly sensation swept through her body, the best feeling in the world, the best orgasm she’d ever had, the best everything.
Marin moaned and writhed until she was a limp, shuddering heap against the sheets, weakly pushing at Charlotte’s shoulders when her pleasure ebbed and she became too sensitive.
Charlotte looked up at her, wiping her chin with one hand. “Wow, that was . . . wow. This time I felt like I earned it. Watching you come is so fucking hot.” She gasped, and Marin realized that Charlotte had a hand between her own thighs, rubbing frantically.
“Wait,” Marin said, surprising even herself with how quickly she moved, considering she’d been boneless with pleasure a few moments ago. She rolled them so that she landed between Charlotte’s thighs, pushing Charlotte’s hand aside to replace it with her face.
Marin had anticipated giving almost as much as receiving, and she groaned as her tongue met Charlotte’s intimate flesh, savoring her unique flavor.
Marin licked and sucked eagerly, because she sensed Charlotte was close, and also, because she had been looking forward to this so much.
Within minutes, Charlotte arched and bucked against her, shouting her release.
“Get up here,” Charlotte said hoarsely. “Because I need to kiss you.”
Marin obeyed wordlessly because she needed the same thing. Here in Charlotte’s arms, Marin felt a soul-deep contentment she hadn’t even known was possible. Yes, this was love, all right.
Tomorrow might be difficult. It probably would be difficult, but right here, right now, Marin was happy. At peace. In love.
She felt like the luckiest woman in the world.