Chapter 6 #2
Charlotte’s fingers reached around her back, hooking under the band.
The clasp popped free with a quick flick, and then the straps were sliding down Taylor’s arms, soft cotton peeled off and tossed over the edge of the couch.
Cool air brushed Taylor’s skin for half a second before Charlotte dipped lower, her mouth closing over Taylor’s bare breast.
She sucked slow, tongue swirling around the stiffened peak, and the wet heat of it pulled a broken sound straight from Taylor’s chest. Her hips jerked up off the cushions on instinct.
When Charlotte lifted her head to move toward the other side, Taylor couldn’t let her.
She needed her mouth on hers right now. Her hand caught the side of Charlotte’s face, thumb tracing the angle of her jaw to guide her straight back up.
Their mouths met hot and hard. Charlotte opened for her instantly, tongue sliding deep while her palm stayed cupped around Taylor’s bare breast.
Taylor leaned up into the kiss, her free hand working blindly between their pressed bodies. Her fingers tangled in silk, finding the buttons of Charlotte’s blouse. One popped free, then the next, fabric parting beneath her knuckles until the shirt hung wide open.
Taylor broke the kiss just far enough to look.
Charlotte’s breasts rose and fell inside a pale lace bra, full and soft, the delicate cups barely containing them.
The sight hit Taylor like a physical blow.
Her mouth went dry even as fresh wetness pulsed between her legs.
She had never seen anything that stopped her breath quite like this.
The elegant swell of them. The shadow of cleavage.
The way the lace edged against faded freckles along the tops.
Taylor stared, pulse thundering in her throat, every nerve ending lit up and screaming for more.
“Fuck,” Taylor breathed. “You’re gorgeous.”
Charlotte’s eyes stayed on hers. Then she moved her hips again, unhurried, and the pressure dragged a fresh curl of pleasure through Taylor’s core.
Taylor’s hands slid back under the open blouse, over the warm skin of Charlotte’s waist, then higher until her palms framed the sides of those lace-covered breasts.
She could feel the heat of them through the thin fabric, the soft give when she gently squeezed.
Charlotte’s breath left her in a sound that made Taylor’s stomach clench.
She leaned in and kissed the hinge of Charlotte’s jaw, then lower, along the elegant line of her neck, tasting salt and skin while her thumbs brushed over the hard points of nipples straining against lace.
Taylor’s thumbs circled the stiffened peaks through lace, feeling them harden further under the slow drag of pressure.
Charlotte’s breath broke uneven against her ear, and the sound sank straight into Taylor’s gut like a hook.
She pressed her mouth to the hollow of Charlotte’s throat, lips parting to taste the salt still dried there from the ocean, then scraped her teeth lightly along the tendon.
Charlotte’s hips pushed down harder this time, and the friction against Taylor’s open jeans sent another fresh pulse of wetness soaking through her underwear.
“This has to go,” Taylor said, voice low against Charlotte’s skin.
She pushed the silk blouse back off Charlotte’s shoulders, peeling the sleeves down her arms until it fell away, then reached around to the clasp of the bra.
A quick twist of her fingers and the lace loosened.
Charlotte arched back just enough for Taylor to slide the straps down, pull the bra free, and drop it somewhere behind the couch.
Charlotte’s breasts spilled into Taylor’s palms, soft skin radiating heat.
Taylor stared for half a second, pulse slamming in her throat, then leaned in and took one nipple into her mouth.
She sucked slow at first, tongue flicking across the tip, then harder when Charlotte’s hand twisted in her hair and pulled her closer.
The moan that spilled out of Charlotte vibrated straight through Taylor’s lips.
She switched to the other breast, kissed and licked and bit just enough to leave a faint mark, while her free hand squeezed the first, thumb rolling over the wet peak she’d just left.
Charlotte shifted her weight and rose onto her knees, giving them both room.
She shoved Taylor’s unzipped jeans and underwear down.
Taylor lifted her hips, pushing the fabric lower until she could kick her feet free, while Charlotte hooked her thumbs into the yoga pants and the underwear beneath and dragged both down in one go.
She rose higher for a second, one hand braced on the back of the couch, then kicked the clothes aside and sank back into Taylor’s lap.
The sudden skin-to-skin contact made Taylor’s head tip back against the couch.
Charlotte’s wet heat pressed right against Taylor’s clit, slick and open and so damn warm that Taylor’s hips jerked up on pure instinct.
“Fuck—Charlotte—”
Charlotte kissed her quiet, mouth open and demanding, while she started to move.
Slow rolls at first, sliding her center along Taylor’s, coating her in wetness.
Every downward grind dragged Charlotte’s clit across Taylor’s, a slick friction that lit up every nerve ending Taylor owned.
She gripped Charlotte’s ass harder, fingers digging into soft flesh, and pulled her down tighter, matching the rhythm, chasing more of that exact pressure.
The couch creaked under them. Charlotte’s breasts brushed Taylor’s bare chest with every shift, nipples dragging hot trails across her skin.
Taylor broke the kiss long enough to look down between their bodies, watching the way Charlotte moved on her, the gleam of wetness where they met, the way her own stomach tensed each time that perfect slide hit just right.
Heat coiled low and tight. She felt herself getting closer already, the build gathering in her thighs and the base of her spine.
Charlotte reached down and cupped Taylor’s breast again, pinching the nipple between two fingers while her hips kept that relentless pace.
Taylor’s breath came ragged. She dug her fingers into the soft give of Charlotte’s ass, pulling her down harder, locking their hips together until there wasn’t a hair’s breadth of space left between them.
The slick friction of Charlotte’s center dragging over hers with every downward grind sent heat shooting straight through Taylor’s belly. Charlotte’s whole body went rigid, a low sound breaking from her throat as her hips stuttered, then found a faster, harder rhythm.
“Like that,” Charlotte whispered, voice scraped raw against Taylor’s cheek. “Just like that.”
Taylor lifted her hips to meet every heavy press, driving up into the wet drag of Charlotte’s weight. She reached up, catching Charlotte’s jaw to pull her mouth back down onto hers.
The kiss was open and hungry, tongues slick and tangled, swallowing the ragged moans spilling out of Charlotte’s throat. Every roll of Charlotte’s hips ground them together, wet and heat pressed tight, until the rhythm took over completely.
Charlotte’s thighs began to shake, her muscles coiling tight around Taylor’s lap. Taylor kept the steady lift of her hips going, holding her anchored right at the apex of the movement, and whispered into Charlotte’s open mouth.
“Come for me, Charlotte.”
Charlotte’s hips drove down one last hard time and stayed pinned there as the orgasm crashed over her. A raw cry tore from her throat straight into Taylor’s mouth. Her body locked tight, fine tremors running through her whole frame while wetness flooded between them.
Taylor kept rolling her hips in slow, gentle rises, riding out the aftershocks until Charlotte collapsed forward, her forehead resting against Taylor’s shoulder, her breath scalding hot against her skin.
Taylor’s own need still burned sharp and unfinished. She rolled them carefully, guiding Charlotte onto her back along the couch cushions, then settled between her open legs. Charlotte’s legs fell wider without hesitation. Taylor kissed a slow path down her stomach and looked up once.
Charlotte’s hand slid into her hair again, fingers threading through the strands with a tenderness that made Taylor’s chest ache.
Not pushing, not guiding, just holding, as if she needed the anchor as much as Taylor needed the touch.
The warmth of her palm seeped through, grounding her, and Taylor lowered her mouth, dragging her tongue in one long stripe through Charlotte’s folds.
The taste was rich, salty, the musk of Charlotte’s release still clinging to her skin.
Charlotte’s hips jerked upward with a gasp, her body already wound tight again, but Taylor didn’t let her rush.
She gripped the soft flesh of her thighs, pressing them open wider, holding her steady as she sealed her lips around Charlotte’s clit.
Slick and pliant under her tongue, the texture pulled her deeper, and she worked it in firm, unrelenting circles, alternating the pressure until Charlotte’s breath came in sharp, ragged bursts.
The second orgasm crashed through Charlotte faster than the first, her back bowing off the cushions as a cry tore from her throat.
Her thighs clamped around Taylor’s head, but Taylor didn’t pull away.
She stayed right there, licking slower now, softer, letting the tremors ease until Charlotte’s grip loosened and her body went limp against the couch.