Dutifully, she slid down Charlotte’s body and started working on her calves and up toward her hamstrings.
The room was growing small and hot as Charlotte tried to stop thinking filthy thoughts. But it was impossible to halt the barrage. Memories of pleasures past mixed with delights she wished for the future. A lethal combination, Charlotte realized as she moved her arms to cling to the top of the table as Alexandra’s hands moved steadily up her perspiring thighs.
Charlotte pictured Alexandra’s elegant fingers moving in tight circles as she inched closer to her aching center. She willed her to travel just a few more inches. To yank the soaked fabric of her underwear to one side and put her out of her misery. Maybe she’d tear it o completely. Fuck .
“Please,” Charlotte moaned when she couldn’t contain her desire any longer.
“Is there somewhere else that hurts, Ms. Castro?”
Alexandra’s tone was so sincere. She was much better at pretending than Charlotte. “Something I can do to relieve your pain?” The question was accompanied by a palm sliding up her inner thigh.
When Alexandra stopped short of where Charlotte needed her, she caved again. “Yes,” she cried, desperate to release the desire building into a fever pitch.
“Tell me where you need me,” Alexandra said innocently, as if she couldn’t possibly guess what Charlotte wanted.
Shifting herself down, Charlotte tried to meet her fingers, but Alexandra kept relief out of reach. “Touch me, Alex.
Please.” She was surprised to hear herself beg, but there was no going back.
“Here?” Her fingertips were fire as they seared a line along Charlotte’s inner thigh.
Charlotte swallowed to return some moisture to her mouth. To compose herself. “Higher,” she groaned, imagining what Alexandra’s fingers would feel like inside her.
“Is it your adductor?” Alexandra asked, her professional tone a stark contrast to Charlotte’s writhing mess.
She wasn’t sure where that was but given that the question was coupled with Alex’s thumb moving in quick circles closer and closer, she replied with a breathless yes .
“Why didn’t you just say so?”
Alex obliged, rubbing the very top of Charlotte’s inner thigh just before it curved away from her leg. Charlotte stayed perfectly still as the tip of Alex’s finger carelessly grazed her center. It was the faintest touch, but Charlotte fixated on it, afraid to seek more friction and cause Alex to move away. She had to feel how turned on she was, how ready to end the charade.
Is she going to make me break first? Probably.
“Does it feel good?” Alex was still in control, but there was a slight tremble to her words. There was too much lust in them. A realization that only made Charlotte’s arousal more painful.
“Yes,” she confessed, “but. . .”
“But what, Ms. Castro?”
But call me Charlotte and fuck me already , she thought but didn’t say.
“I think the pain is somewhere else,” Charlotte managed as her core throbbed as if begging her to give in already.
“Maybe I should turn over so you can reach it better.”
Alex pulled the sheet o her back. “When you’re ready.”
Charlotte flipped so quickly she almost went over the side of the table. The movement made the pooling in her underwear impossible to ignore.
With a flick of her wrists, Alex covered her with the sheet again. Leaving only her legs and shoulders exposed.
Charlotte glanced up at her, mesmerized by the flush that had claimed her cheeks and leaked down to the middle of her chest. It was almost enough to make Charlotte pull her down onto her, but they were so close to the end.
“Maybe if I can show you,” Charlotte suggested, getting a second wind.
Alex trained her dark gaze on her before o ering her hand. “Please do.”
Cautiously, as if a firm touch might shatter her, Charlotte reached for Alex’s right hand as she parted her thighs.