Chapter 11 #3
The woman on top of her smiles delightedly, void of any teasing or taunting, and leans forward to place her hands on either side of Charlotte’s shoulders.
“I would really, really like to kiss you there,” she says, her eyes flicking down to Charlotte’s breasts.
“Kiss me where?” Charlotte asks, giving her a taste of her own medicine.
Riley’s smile turns evil and she shifts her weight so she can lift a hand.
Slowly, and with the utmost care in the world, she traces a line from Charlotte’s left collarbone to her right.
Then, without lifting her finger from Charlotte’s skin, she starts drawing on her chest, her light touches swirling and tickling.
Charlotte stifles a snort when Riley traces over a particularly sensitive patch of skin.
If Riley notices it, she doesn’t show it.
Her finger grazes further down, between the swell of her breasts. Charlotte feels her nipples stiffen and she exhales on a shudder.
Riley strokes the underside of one of her breasts, still checking in with Charlotte every step of the way.
“Kiss you here,” she purrs, repeating her action on the other side. Charlotte flexes her chest, her nipples so hard they almost hurt.
“They’re very sensitive,” Charlotte warns her. “But yes.”
Riley smirks again as she unfolds her hand and fully cups her right breast, pressing her palm firmly down. “Oh, I’ve noticed how sensitive you are,” she says with a wicked smile.
She lifts her hand and slides her index finger into her own mouth, wetting it with her tongue.
When she takes it out, the digit glistens and she brings it back down to the nipple.
As she swirls her wet finger around it, Charlotte forcibly presses her lips together to keep herself from making any sinful sounds.
“Ah-ah,” Riley clicks her tongue. “Let me hear you.”
She repeats the process on the other side and proceeds to blow cool air over Charlotte’s breasts. The coldness of it feels like a sharp pinch, but it’s weirdly enjoyable as it also sends a jolt of pleasure down to her pussy.
Riley repeats this a couple of times before she bends down and covers her breasts in kisses. Not an inch is left unkissed; Riley seems to make it her personal goal to give every piece of skin an equal amount of attention. Charlotte wonders for a second if this is what worship feels like.
She feels herself getting lost in the sensation and remembers what it used to be like when she had her breasts played with in the past—it was definitely never like this.
It was always too hard, too soft, too fast, too unimportant.
But this, to be on the receiving end of Riley’s undivided attention, she knows this is a first. Every time she feels Riley’s tongue flick past the sensitive pebbled bud, a new jolt of electricity sparks down to her clit.
Riley shuffles down, her kisses landing on Charlotte’s stomach now.
Soft and exploring ones at first, more intense nips and licks of her tongue later.
Riley’s moans vibrate against her skin, turning her insides to lava.
With multiple sensations going on at the same time she tries to keep her body still, but when Riley’s fingers accidentally dig into her side just below her ribs, she screeches loudly and trashes her legs.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Riley smirks proudly. She prods her side again for good measure, drawing another sharp yell and a giggle out of her.
“Who knew the great, intimidating, invincible Charlotte Norwich is secretly so ticklish?” she says tauntingly as she wiggles her fingers, showcasing her newly acquired weapons.
“If you abuse that piece of knowledge I will not hesitate to murder you in cold blood,” Charlotte sneers. However, the threat sounds a lot less intimidating when it’s followed by another giggle as Riley squeezes her again. “Riley!”
“Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with this—”
“You are not.”
“Yes I will.”
“Absolutely not.”
“You are at my mercy now.”
“Wasn’t I already?”
Riley purses her lips and tilts her head. “You make a fair point. But now I have something to keep you in line if you misbehave.”
“I fail to see why you would need something to keep me in line. I never misbe—haaave!” she shrieks, Riley fully tickling her ribs now. Charlotte trashes around so violently Riley has a hard time staying on top of her, but that only seems to egg her on.
“Riley! Knock it off!” Charlotte shouts, somewhere between a belly laugh and a growl. She feels around for Riley’s wrists, but Riley is faster and more dexterous, so she ultimately finds herself with her hands pinned above her head and Riley leaning over her, a victorious look on her face.
Charlotte rolls her eyes, but can’t stop a delighted sigh from escaping her mouth when Riley leans down to kiss her. The meeting of their tongues is almost familiar already.
When she feels Riley taking both of her wrists in one hand so the other one can sneak down her body, a faint sense of panic rises in her chest. Thinking quickly to override her fight or flight response, she lowers her voice and boldly queries: “Are you going to keep wasting my precious time to tickle me, or are you going to grow up and eat me out?”
Riley breathes in sharply and sits back up within one second, releasing her grip on Charlotte’s wrists as if they are on fire. Charlotte smirks at the imminent blush on her face.
“Damn, you’re good,” Riley chuckles, sounding impressed.
“Yes, I am,” Charlotte says, matter-of-factly. Bucking her hips up suggestively, she adds: “Are you?”
“Does that mean I can take these off?” Riley asks, a hungry look in her eyes as her hands land on the waistband of Charlotte’s cotton panties.
“You better,” she answers, already lifting her hips to make it easier for Riley, who shuffles down while taking the panties with her and carefully peels them off of Charlotte’s wet core.
She guides them all the way down, throws them off the bed, and crawls back in between Charlotte’s legs, landing flat on her stomach.
The look on Riley’s face when she’s just a couple of inches from Charlotte’s pussy is nothing less than starved.
Charlotte pushes herself up on her elbows to look down at her and braces for a comment on her undoubtedly messy pubic hair, but Riley keeps shifting her gaze between Charlotte’s eyes and the meal right in front of her as if it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever seen.
Riley must be ignoring the state of her then, because there is no way it hasn’t caught her attention.
“I’m sorry,” Charlotte blurts out. “I wasn’t sure if I should shave, I don’t know what the, uhm, rules are.”
Riley locks in on her cunt and her eyes narrow. “Don’t you fucking dare,” she growls, her face inching closer and closer to Charlotte’s damp curls. “I want you like this. Exactly like this.”
She looks like she wants to dive right in, but she stops herself just before she can press her nose against Charlotte.
“Can I… can I please touch you? Here?” Riley asks throatily, a genuine sense of urgency in her voice. Charlotte nods, but Riley requires verbal confirmation. “Yes?” She all but shakes with contained excitement, earning her a lopsided smile from Charlotte.
“Yes.”
Charlotte watches her as Riley reaches out a finger, exploring the soft skin on the inside of her thighs.
Feeling her so close to the most intimate part of her body makes her feel uneasy at first, but again, Riley’s undivided attention and look of utter awe are so disarming that her tension quickly melts into pure desire.
At the first swipe between her folds, both of them gasp in unison and Charlotte throws her head back.
“Charlotte,” Riley chokes out. “Do you always get this wet?”
“I…” she looks back down at Riley, half-expecting a disgusted look on her face, but is met with an admiring shimmer in her eyes instead.
“I don’t know? Just the… normal amount? I guess?”
At the sight of Riley lifting her soaked finger and sucking it into her mouth without breaking eye contact, Charlotte’s brain short-circuits. She groans.
The comment does make her wonder: how wet is she? Isn’t she supposed to be? Is it so different from what it’s supposed to be?
Before Riley can touch her again, Charlotte drops her own hand down between her legs. Even before she has reached her pussy, she feels the stickiness against her thighs. When she slides two fingers through the copious wetness, she goes rigid. There’s actual liquid trickling down her skin.
“I take it back. Not the normal amount,” she says hesitantly. “What the fuck?”
She definitely has never felt herself dripping like this. She’s briefly concerned about the state of her panties before she realizes what it means—before realizing how many fucking years she has wasted.
“I’m going to try to not act smug about this, but I can’t promise anything,” Riley says, her eyes glued to Charlotte’s exploring fingers. As Charlotte goes to pull her hand away to make space, Riley grabs her wrist.
“No, wait,” she says, finding Charlotte’s eyes again. “Will you teach me too? Show me what you like? Please?”
Charlotte doesn’t even get the chance to be insecure about the request, since Riley’s pleading voice somehow makes her the vulnerable one in this situation. She slips her fingers back down, gathers some more wetness from her entrance and scoops it up, spreading it around her clit.
The moment she starts tracing circles around her clit, her lower body starts jerking. Her nipples and her sides are not the only extremely sensitive areas she has, which has pros and cons.
Pro: she can make herself come in under a minute if she’s in a hurry.
Con: she can make herself come in under a minute if she’s not in a hurry.
She needs to go slow, excruciatingly slow, to not set herself off too quickly. Switching things up helps too, which is why she alternates between swirling circles and flicking side-to-side.