Chapter 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 was there, 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’m building you 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 lighting up 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, of letting Taylor 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? Make me 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, something hungry, 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—”
Charlotte didn’t let her finish. She pulled her fingers free, then gripped Taylor’s hip, flipping her onto her stomach.
Taylor went willingly, her ass lifting into the air, her face pressing into the pillow.
Charlotte didn’t hesitate. She slid two fingers back inside Taylor from behind, her other hand gripping Taylor’s hip, holding her in place as she drove into her, deep and hard.
Taylor’s moan was muffled against the sheets, her fingers clawing at the fabric. Charlotte leaned over her, her chest pressing against Taylor’s back, her lips finding the shell of Taylor’s ear.
“You wanted me to take it?” Charlotte’s voice was a dark purr, her breath hot against Taylor’s skin. “Then feel what you do to me.”
She thrust her fingers deeper, and her left hand reached around to find Taylor’s clit again, her fingertips rubbing in firm, demanding circles. Taylor’s body locked, her muscles clenching around Charlotte’s fingers, her breath coming in sharp, broken gasps.
“Come on, Taylor,” Charlotte said softly, her lips brushing her ear. “Come for me.”
Taylor’s back arched, a choked cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm hit, her body pulsing around Charlotte’s fingers, her thighs shaking. Charlotte didn’t stop, didn’t let up, riding out every last shudder until Taylor collapsed onto the bed, boneless and gasping.
Charlotte pulled her fingers free, her body humming with the aftershocks of Taylor’s release.
She rolled her both over, her mouth crashing into Taylor’s in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, her hand sliding between their bodies, her fingers finding the wet, swollen heat between Taylor’s legs again.
Taylor’s hips jerked up, her body still sensitive, but Charlotte didn’t care. She rubbed her clit in tight, ceaseless circles, her own hips grinding down against Taylor’s thigh, the friction sending sparks through her body.
“Fuck, fuck—” Taylor’s hands gripped Charlotte’s ass, her fingers digging in as she rocked up against Charlotte’s hand, her thigh pressing harder between Charlotte’s legs.
Charlotte’s breath came in sharp, desperate gasps, her body wound so tight she thought she’d break, and then Taylor’s fingers were there, slipping between Charlotte’s legs, her touch sure and demanding as she found Charlotte’s clit, her strokes matching the rhythm of Charlotte’s own hand.
Pleasure crashed over Charlotte in a white-hot wave, her orgasm ripping through her, her body locking as she came, her hips stuttering against Taylor’s thigh, her fingers still working Taylor’s clit as Taylor followed her over, her own release hitting with a broken cry, their bodies moving together, grinding through the aftershocks, their skin slick with sweat, their breath shared and ragged.
Charlotte collapsed against Taylor, her body humming, her skin buzzing with the echo of her release. Taylor’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close, their hearts pounding in sync, the sound loud in the quiet of the loft.
Charlotte’s lips found Taylor’s again, her kiss slow and deep, her body still thrumming with the memory of Taylor’s hands, her mouth, the way she’d come.
Taylor’s fingers traced lazy patterns up and down Charlotte’s spine, her touch light, almost reverent now, the storm of their urgency finally spent.
Charlotte lifted her head just enough to meet Taylor’s eyes, her own still dark with the remnants of her climax.
“Next time,” Charlotte said, her voice rough, “I’m tying you to the bed.”