Chapter 11 #2
“Maybe not right now,” Riley reluctantly admits. “But just you wait until—ah!”
Charlotte has slipped her finger between Riley’s thighs again, continuing the stroking from where they had left off. Without Riley’s help this time, she feels around her pussy, studies her reaction to every touch, and eventually swipes up from her entrance to her clit again.
Riley reaches up for a pillow and yanks it down, places it under her head and squeezes the sides firmly in an attempt to keep her composure somehow. It’s not enough to keep her from releasing an occasional “oh fuck!”.
The whole thing makes Charlotte extremely aware of her own slick core.
It encourages her to keep exploring every spot, every angle, every nerve that sets off any kind of reaction; tracing lines and circles, on her clit, lips, or just the inside of her thighs.
She examines what kind of touches make her even wetter, which ones make her swear the loudest. She’s irreversibly captivated by this beautiful and intricate body surrendering to her touches when she hears her name in a soft whimper.
“Charlotte…” Riley’s lower body squirms as her hands still desperately grip onto the pillow under her head.
“I need you to know… that I’m fully supportive of your need for exploration, and you should t-take all the time you need b-but you’re driving m-me absolutely f-fucking wild with your f-fingers and I’m extremely close t-to losing my goddamn mind if you d-don’t start fucking me right n-now. ”
A wave of heat rushes up to Charlotte’s cheeks, throwing her off balance by both the hotness of Riley’s words and her own embarrassment for not noticing she’d been teasing her for so long.
“Oh, shit, sorry,” she stammers, but then she repeats Riley’s words in her head. “Wait—‘fucking you’? You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!”
Suddenly, Charlotte feels herself getting tense again, breaking out in nervous sweat. “Do… do you mean you want me inside? Or—”
“Anything!” Riley shouts, and if Charlotte hadn’t been so strung up, she would’ve reveled in the fact that she can make Riley lose her mind like this.
She brings her middle finger back to Riley’s slit, starting at her clit and sliding down between her folds until she’s close to her entrance.
When she keeps still for a moment, she can feel the pulsating of Riley’s walls underneath her finger, and her own clit responds immediately to that sensation.
“Do it,” Riley hisses. It’s the last thing she needs before sliding her finger in; just one knuckle at first, but she soon realizes she can easily push it in further.
Her curiosity wins in this moment, and she takes a minute to register what being inside Riley feels like.
It’s not like she’s never felt her own vagina from the inside, but apart from the fact she simply wouldn’t do that for her own enjoyment, it’s just so different being inside another person.
Her walls are soft, slippery, clenching and pulsing around her scrutinizing digit. She crooks it to see what happens, and is delighted when Riley’s entire body jolts and can’t seem to contain a deep moan.
“More,” she pleads.
Without hesitation this time, Charlotte pulls her middle finger back out, adds her ring finger and pushes them inside together. Riley gratefully welcomes them with a drawn out approving sound.
This next part, Charlotte knows. Even though being fucked like this wouldn’t do much for her, she knows what it could potentially do to other people. Riley included, apparently.
She shifts her own body into a more comfortable position on her side next to Riley while keeping her fingers inside.
She presses a kiss against the side of Riley’s breast and slowly starts pumping her fingers.
Her cheeks flare up at the wet, dirty sound it makes, but it’s soon drowned out by Riley’s moans.
“Yes, yes,” Riley pants, visibly relaxing under her touch while at the same time building up her future orgasm.
When she has found a steady rhythm, Charlotte looks up to study Riley’s face.
Her eyes are closed and her mouth is open; her face occasionally twitches when her lower body jerks.
She’s a perfect middle between bliss and pleasure, and Charlotte decides she could look at her like this for days. Weeks.
“Harder,” Riley groans, and if Charlotte hadn’t been looking at her face, she wouldn’t have heard it. “Faster.”
Charlotte changes the angle of her arm and gives her what she asks for. Her grip on the pillow becomes so strong that Charlotte won't be surprised if she ends up ripping it apart. She also notices Riley’s tongue darting over her bottom lip; her mouth presumably dry from panting and heaving.
Instinctively, Charlotte leans over and kisses her roughly to match the pace of her fucking.
She slides her tongue inside and gives Riley no option but to surrender.
The groans against her mouth send her own body spiraling down her own sense of pleasure.
She’s almost positive she will come undone at the first touch on her clit.
But that’s not what she’s focusing on right now. She wants to keep this woman underneath her in this blissful state for as long as possible.
Her pumping picks up: higher pace, more force, turning every breath of Riley into a sound. She has never felt this powerful before; she could cry just looking at Riley’s trembling body.
“M-my clit,” Riley blurts out. “Touch my clit, p-please. Please, Charlotte.”
Hearing her name being moaned like that ignites an even bigger fire inside of her. She is going to make this woman come, if it’s the last thing she does.
For a moment, she isn’t sure if Riley means for her to take her fingers out and start rubbing her clit, or if she wants both. She decides to test her assumption by swiping her thumb over the angrily throbbing clit with her fingers still inside of Riley.
That must’ve been it, she concludes as Riley’s hips violently buck up.
“Circles,” Riley manages, and Charlotte does the math quickly.
She can’t keep pumping and circling at the same time, so she stills her fingers and starts to draw circles with her thumb.
In this position she can still move her fingers if she crooks them, which is how she finds the even softer, spongy spot near the front of Riley’s opening.
Riley nearly screams.
“Fuck, right there. Yes— Just like that, yes— fuck!”
Charlotte finds the perfect rhythm and keeps building her up, determined to make her finish.
“K-keep doing that,” Riley mutters, her body trashing, lost in the sensation. “Right fucking there, don’t stop, please, don’t stop...”
If Charlotte wasn’t already convinced that Riley’s orgasmic muttering was the most beautiful sound, she definitely is now. She almost doesn’t want it to stop, but as it turns out, there’s something even better.
A final “Fuck, yes!” makes Riley’s body go completely taut.
Her hands fly out to grip Charlotte’s shoulders, and her nails sweetly painfully dig into the skin there.
A few moments pass in deafening silence, after which one of her hands drops to make Charlotte’s movements stop when she gets too sensitive.
Riley shudders one last time and all of her muscles relax at once.
Charlotte watches her as she breathes heavily, carefully letting her fingers slip out.
She leans in to press soft kisses all over Riley’s sweaty torso, her neck, and eventually her face.
Slowly but surely, Charlotte feels her smile under her ministrations.
“Holy fucking shit,” Riley sighs in post-orgasmic bliss, her eyes still closed.
“I didn’t expect you to be, like, bad, but I wouldn’t have dared to dream you’d be a natural.
” A giggle bubbles up and she finally opens her eyes, meeting Charlotte’s enamored gaze.
She pulls Charlotte on top of her, buries her nose in her neck and inhales deeply.
“You made a woman come, Charlotte,” she purrs into her ear. “How does it feel?”
Charlotte had, in fact, just been realizing that. “Like… I want to do it again,” she answers truthfully.
She feels Riley’s hands roam over her back and she has to bite her lip to not react to the tickling sensation, but Riley suddenly stops mid-motion.
“Why the hell is your dress still on?” she hears Riley’s voice muffled against her neck.
“Because you didn’t take it off.”
“I didn’t take it off? You could’ve taken it off!”
“Yeah. I didn’t though. You could’ve asked.”
“I could’ve asked, but you could’ve just offered—”
“Are we going to debate this for another 45 minutes or are you gonna take my dress off?”
That’s all the encouragement Riley needs to regain her strength and roll them both over to straddle Charlotte, except this time, the latter is fully on her back.
Looking up at Riley like this—thoroughly fucked, with her hair a total mess, red patches on her sweaty skin from the exertion, currently towering over her—Charlotte is almost positive she’s soaking through her panties. How is this the first time they’re doing this?
“So,” Riley grins, grinding down her hips to make a point. “Dress off, yeah?” She extends her hand to help Charlotte sit up. Right before they pull the fabric up together, Charlotte shoots a pleading look up at Riley.
“Slowly?” she asks, almost inaudibly so. She doesn’t need to explain that this isn’t about the dress. Riley smiles and kisses her nose.
“Of course, pequena bola de fuego,” Riley reassures her, and together they pull the dress up over Charlotte’s head.
She immediately feels exposed, so she lets herself fall backward, covering her breasts with her hands. But when she sees Riley’s adoring smile, she slides her palms down and places them on her stomach.
“You are gorgeous,” Riley whispers, taking her all the way in. The way Riley looks at her turns the feeling of being exposed into an empowered one. The longer she stares, the more she realizes: she feels sexy.