usual style. Did she only wear it for Charlotte? Part of some image she thought she should project?
Reaching behind Alex’s back, Charlotte unclipped her bra and let it fall a little before hooking her finger at the front and pulling it the rest of the way.
Running her hands over Alex’s chest, Charlotte took hold of her hips and turned her. With Alex’s back pressed to the dresser, Charlotte slowly peppered kisses over her body until she was kneeling in front of her.
As Charlotte kissed the inside of Alex’s thigh, she resisted the urge to cry. For the first time in a month, they wouldn’t be sad tears but ones of gratitude. As she bit into her soft flesh and generated steady pressure with her mouth, she thanked the universe for bringing Alex back to her. Kneeled at her altar she swore never to lose her again.
Propping her foot on the edge of the bed, Alex leaned back and opened wider. Hungry for the taste of Alex on her lips, Charlotte paced herself and moved upward a millimeter at a time.
With fingers tangled in Charlotte’s hair, Alex groaned when she finally pressed her lips against the wet fabric of Alex’s underwear. The evidence of Alex’s arousal evaporated Charlotte’s ability to savor her slowly.
Reaching for the waistband with both hands, Charlotte forced herself to move slowly as she removed the last item of clothing on her body. Emotion bubbled up in Charlotte’s chest and lodged in her throat.
“You’re perfect,” Charlotte decided as she looked at Alex.
“Hardly,” she replied before slipping out from Charlotte’s hair and extending her hand to help her up.
Alex’s kiss made her feel like she was floating as Alex eased her onto her messy unmade bed and climbed in next to her. It was a tight fit, nothing like the copious space of Alex’s king-sized bed.
Craning her head, Alex held Charlotte’s face as she kissed her again. With the tip of her tongue, Charlotte traced the edge of Alex’s swollen bottom lip. Moaning, she dug her nails into Charlotte’s lower back and pulled her in closer.
Charlotte slipped her thigh between her legs. Grinding against her at a slow rhythm, Alex’s kiss grew more frantic.
Snaking her hand between their writhing bodies, Charlotte moaned as Alex’s dripping arousal coated her fingers.
“I told you I’ve missed you,” Alex groaned before biting down on Charlotte’s lip and thrusting her hips forward to create more friction.
Unable to resist, Charlotte slipped inside as her body burned with desire for the woman she loved. Something she never thought she’d have.
Rocking against her quickly, Charlotte made a conscious e ort to stay focused as Alex tipped her head back and moaned. The sound was a current of heat ratcheting her need to painful new heights. She wanted it to last forever. To live in the thick haze of passion. There, Charlotte wouldn’t care if the rest of the world crumbled around them.
Abruptly, Alex pushed her weight forward and knocked Charlotte onto her back. “I want to feel it at the same time,”
she explained in a ragged whisper as she propped herself up on one elbow before slipping her free hand between Charlotte’s thighs.
“Shit,” Charlotte cried as the unexpected contact send a tremor of unexpected pleasure rippling through her.
“Is this okay?” Alex asked, her smudged eyeliner making her dark eyes more intense.
Charlotte nodded as she stretched her neck to reach her mouth. As she kissed her, Alex lifted herself on her knees, giving Charlotte space to slip her hand underneath her.
As soon as Charlotte reached Alex’s soaking, wet center, she lost the ability to kiss. With how close she already was, it would be impossible to hold herself back and kiss at the same time.
Keeping her hand open and sti , Charlotte tried not to let herself climax while Alex dropped her head to grind steadily against her. With hips in the air and muscles trembling as she rubbed herself against Charlotte’s fingers, Alex was agonizingly hot. After a few moments, Charlotte had to close her eyes or it would be impossible to give Alex what she wanted.
“Are you close?” Alex asked between moans, her tone as near to desperate as she could manage.
“Yes,” Charlotte groaned.
Alex threw her head back and cursed. “Okay,” she moaned loudly before her body shuddered and Charlotte’s followed.
“I’m sorry the bed is so small,” Charlotte apologized breathlessly when Alex’s knees gave out and she landed in a rumpled mess on top of her.
In Alex’s bed they had space to spread out and cool o .
Now Alex was stuck with Charlotte’s sweaty body against hers.
Curling into her and throwing her arm over Charlotte’s chest, Alex nuzzled closer. “I love it,” she whispered,