She pressed herself against Charlotte, feeling her entire body skin to skin for the first time in over a decade, as she pressed Charlotte back into the doorframe. Charlotte shivered, arching into Sutton, but her mouth was just as hungry, her hands just as frantic as Sutton felt them streak over her.
Charlotte’s hands scratched up from her hips to her waist, slid to cup her breasts, her hips pressing right into Sutton’s as she kissed back just as fiercely, just as wanton.
Sutton could feel her body responding so easily to the touch. So wanting, so willing to giving into the skillful touch she knew Charlotte had.
Only—
“No.” The word escaped her in nearly a growl as she pulled back from their kiss.
“No?” Charlotte asked, eyebrows arching up in concern. “You don’t?—”
“Iwant to touch you,” Sutton told her, staring into Charlotte’s eyes as she slid her hands down to her hips and gripped them. “I’m going tofuck you.”
She felt a ridiculous sense of pride at the way Charlotte’s eyes widened, the way her mouth trembled open. She never would have said that, back then. She never would have felt comfortable, never would have expressed it in that way.
But she would now.
She used her grip on Charlotte’s hips to walk them toward her bed, squeezing a little tighter and feeling her blood start to pound in her veins as Charlotte’s breath escaped her lips in a whimper.
“I’m… surprised,” Charlotte breathed out, even as she arched closer.
“I remember that you like that,” Sutton asserted.
Maybe she should have questioned it, but she didn’t. Because, absurdly, she remembered everything when it came to this, to them.
“And I know now that I do, too.”
With that, she spun Charlotte around to face opposite her and used her hands to encourage Charlotte to climb into her bed.
Which Charlotte readily did, on her hands and knees, and Sutton’s breath stuttered out at the sight. She admittedly had to take a second.
Because… Charlotte Thompson was in her bed. On her hands and knees. And she was so wet for Sutton that she could see her dripping.
Forher.
Because Charlotte had never stopped wanting her.
In the crazy, undeniable, ridiculous way that had never stopped.
She swallowed tightly against any of the old thoughts she might have had, against any of those feelings. Because this was not aboutthat.
This was about needing to take Charlotte, to show both of them that this was exactly what Charlotte had said—physiologically impossible to ignore. This was for Sutton tofuckCharlotte in ways she’d made herself stop thinking about so long ago.
Her hands shook with need as she climbed up onto the bed behind Charlotte. She leaned down and kissed Charlotte’s shoulder, sliding her fingers up and moving over Charlotte. Shewasdripping, and she coated Sutton’s fingers the second she touched her pussy. She couldn’t have stopped her victorious groan if she’d tried.
She had done this to Charlotte. It was her. Just like it used to be.
She touched her lightly, just until Charlotte groaned in frustration, pushing back against Sutton’s hand.
Then she sank her teeth into Charlotte’s shoulder blade and sank two fingers into Charlotte.
They both moaned at the feeling.
Charlotte arched into her touch, pushing back against Sutton’s hand, and she had to fuck her.
She started slowly, for a few thrusts, sliding in deeply.
And when Charlotte released a long, shaking moan, she felt this triumphant, needy, longing feeling slide through her. Melting right into her very bones as she fucked Charlotte harder, faster.
