Chapter 11
Riley looks up, meeting Charlotte’s gaze at eye level. The brown of her eyes has nearly turned black, her chest heaving.
“Okay,” she breathes, processing what Charlotte is asking. “Yeah, of course.”
She drops her hand back to Charlotte’s hip, waiting for her to take or ask for what she wants. Charlotte sucks in her own bottom lip, suddenly paralyzed. She has no idea how to do this, where to even start.
Riley examines her face, intensely maintaining eye contact, as to not lose Charlotte to her own thoughts. “Do you need—”
“Teach me,” Charlotte whispers, a desperate edge to her voice. “Tell me what you like, how to touch you."
Riley nods, thinks about it for a second, and takes Charlotte by the hand to guide her to the bed.
She makes her sit down on the edge, stands in front of her, and lifts her own dress up a little to straddle her.
As Riley sits down on Charlotte’s lap, bookending her thighs with her knees, she cups her face to ask if this is okay.
“Yes,” Charlotte answers, feeling grounded by Riley’s weight on her. She places her hands on her bare thighs, squeezing softly. It makes Riley rock her hips into Charlotte’s, eliciting a low chuckle from both of them.
She knows Riley can tell she’s still way too tense, which is why Riley tangles her hands in her hair and leans forward to kiss her.
It’s softer now, less hurried, but not any less intimate.
Riley kisses her like she’s trying to siphon a sense of calm into Charlotte through their joined lips, and Charlotte giggles into her mouth when she realizes it’s actually working.
With their lips still connected, Riley places her hands on top of Charlotte’s. She slowly lifts them off her thighs and guides them to her own breasts. When her hands land where Riley wants them, Charlotte starts squeezing her without prompting.
“And you’re calling me out for not wearing a bra?” Charlotte rasps, nipping punishingly at Riley’s lip.
Riley’s fingers apply more and more pressure to her hands, silently asking Charlotte to squeeze harder.
She gradually complies, scared to hurt her at first, but when Riley gasps at a particularly firm squeeze she doesn’t need to think about it anymore and her body takes over.
She gives more of herself to Riley; she deepens the kiss, strongly massages her breasts so that she can keep listening to Riley’s gasps and whimpers, and she eventually even starts bucking up her hips every now and then, unleashing her own desire.
Riley lets go of Charlotte’s hands, fully relaxing under Charlotte's exploring hands.
When Charlotte finally gets the hang of it, it feels great, but she’s still only feeling her up through the fabric. And that just won’t do.
Dropping her hands to the hem of Riley’s dress, she breaks their kiss and looks up.
“Off?”
Through Riley’s clearly turned on state, her smile returns.
“Off, what?”
Charlotte rolls her eyes, but doesn’t have enough patience to fight her on this. “May I please take your dress off?” she asks reluctantly, and can’t help but add a mocking: “...Ma’am?”
She doesn’t miss Riley’s sharp intake of breath, but there’s no time to really register it as Riley pulls her own dress slowly up over her head, leaving her completely bare on Charlotte’s lap, save for her lace thong.
Captivated by the look of Riley’s naked breasts and hardened nipples right in front of her face, she surprises herself when she literally feels herself starting to salivate. And what is there to do but listen to her own body?
Not wasting a second, she leans forward, capturing one of the nipples between her lips. It’s a new sensation: the nipple feels rough and yet soft in her mouth. It’s delicate, and she’s highly aware of that when she swirls her tongue around it, hearing Riley hum above her.
Remembering that Riley likes firmer squeezes, she wonders if the same goes for the way she likes her nipples to be treated, so she softly digs her teeth in and starts pulling.
Riley swears loudly, rocking her hips down once again. Charlotte looks up, concerned she’s overdone it, but Riley looks down at her with an almost feral look in her eyes.
“Fuck, keep going,” she grunts, grabbing Charlotte by the back of her head and guiding her back down. Charlotte smiles into it as she keeps exploring all the different ways she can make Riley twitch and groan; biting, soothing, pinching, squeezing, and occasionally switching sides.
It gets almost impossible to ignore the heat that radiates from in between Riley’s legs, even if there’s still a few layers of fabric between them. With Riley grinding down every so often, she keeps reminding Charlotte of what else there is to discover.
Charlotte releases the breast with a pop, her lip curving up at the sound. She revels in the look of both nipples wet and a little red, proudly on Riley’s heaving chest.
“So, um, Riley?” she asks, slowly raising her eyes to meet Riley’s. The lingering heat she sees there almost makes her squirm.
“Yeah?”
“I think… I’m really into boobs. They’re so soft.”
Riley laughs, a rich, guttural sound. She cups Charlotte’s cheek with a hand, leans in close, and mocks sing-songily: “Duh.”
Then she rolls her eyes and kisses her firmly, which makes Charlotte's hands start traveling and find Riley’s hips, and eventually her ass, which she tentatively squeezes. Riley combs her fingers through Charlotte’s hair, giving her time to explore further.
But when Charlotte finds a good grip and manages to position her upper body just right, she’s able to flip them over, showcasing the strength that Riley likes so much.
She effectively throws Riley on her back on the mattress and it elicits a high and uncharacteristic yelp out of her.
Astonished, she immediately covers her mouth with both hands.
As she looks up at Charlotte, who now looms over her, they both start laughing.
“You told me I could throw you around whenever I wanted,” Charlotte smirks.
Riley drops her hands from her mouth and lets them rest on her own breasts. “And I still stand by that. Trust me, I’m not complaining.”
Charlotte softly slaps her hands away, and awkwardly positions her body over Riley’s.
She realizes she can still slot her knee between the other woman’s legs from this angle.
She presses firmly against the hot and damp fabric of her thong, making Riley’s hands fly up to Charlotte’s shoulders, holding on for dear life.
Charlotte watches in awe as she withdraws her leg and notices the wet spot on her own thigh. Eyes wide, she reaches out, touching the wetness with her fingers, feeling the stickiness of it. Riley groans.
“Am I… doing this to you?” Charlotte whispers, mesmerized by her own damp digits.
“No, I’m having a really vivid daydream about Cate Blanchett,” Riley answers, rubbing her thighs together. At Charlotte’s raised eyebrow, she groans again. “Yes babe, you’re doing this to me. Fuck.”
From here, Charlotte feels stuck again, still full of want and lust but no idea how to proceed. When Riley’s breathing slows down, she registers Charlotte’s struggle and curls her fingers around her wrist.
“Do you want to get an even better feel of what you do to me?” she purrs.
Charlotte hesitates for a moment, knowing what this means, knowing she’s about to take a step into new territory. Her entire body tingles in anticipation. Yes, yes, she wants to know what she does to Riley. And how she can make it even worse—or better.
“Show me,” Charlotte husks, letting Riley guide her hand to her thong.
She briefly places Charlotte’s palm on her lower stomach, while her other hand comes down to lift the waistband up. She then shoves the hand in, lower, lower, through a patch of short, coarse hair, and finally, to where the wetness is undoubtedly coming from.
Charlotte's chest tightens, overwhelmed by the idea and the sensation of her hand being in Riley’s underwear.
She is somewhat stunned by slippery folds, not to mention the pubic hair she was concerned Riley would have an opinion on.
If Riley keeps some of her own too, she can hardly be disgusted by Charlotte’s, right?
Riley takes Charlotte’s index finger and traces it over her lower lips, excruciatingly slowly, after which she uses her free hand to spread herself open.
She swipes Charlotte’s finger through her wetness, all the way from her entrance to her clit.
The moment she touches the small bundle of nerves, Riley shudders, and Charlotte with her.
That’s when Riley’s patience seems to shatter. She retracts both of her hands as well as Charlotte’s, causing Charlotte to worry for a moment, but then she pushes the waistband of her underwear down and lifts her hips up to get rid of it.
“Off, off,” she growls while fighting the flimsy piece of clothing now tangled up between her ankles.
Charlotte tuts disapprovingly. “I believe it’s supposed to be: 'May I take my slutty excuse for underwear off, please?’”
Riley has just plucked her thong from her foot and flung it off the bed when she looks back at Charlotte with a dangerous look in her eyes.
“You’re on thin ice,” she whispers with a playful glint in her eyes.
“Am I?” Charlotte replies coyly, thoroughly enjoying her position. She’s sitting back on her heels next to Riley, perfectly located to take her fully naked body in.
“If you keep that big mouth of yours up, you’re gonna get yourself in a lot of trouble,” Riley lightly threatens her, but her words fall dead against Charlotte’s smirk, who reaches out a finger and starts tracing a line down from Riley’s sternum to her pubic bone.
Her effect on Riley still gives her that rush of delicious confidence.
“Interesting. You don’t really seem like you’re in a position to make threats right now,” she remarks coolly, mindfully taking in every inch of skin she touches. She proudly notices the goosebumps that appear under her touch.