Caroline nodded slowly. “Your mum and I have actually watched it already. While I don’t like to censor TV, it’s…not really appropriate for you. But I’m sure we can find a documentary about Anne Lister. I’m certain I can.”
Edie nodded slowly. “Okay.”
Phew. That had been close. Going into that TV show without any knowledge of it, while watching it with a fourteen-year-old, wasn’t a good idea. Not when there was a scene involving Suranne Jones with her head between another woman’s legs. “But thank you for thinking of us.”
“Caz, would you look for the documentary?”
Caroline climbed out from behind Hannah, reaching for the controller. “Of course.”
“Kay, well, I’m going to shower first. I don’t want to go to bedtoolate.”
“You shower, and when you come back down, the TV will be ready for us.” Caroline sat up on her knees, her elbows braced against the coffee table as she scrolled through the channels.
Edie left the living room, whistling as she ran up the stairs, the usual thud as the bathroom door closed startling Hannah. She didn’t know why; it happened a million times a day.
“Thanks for taking the lead with that one. I wasn’t quite sure how to let Edie down.”
Caroline glanced over her shoulder, that gorgeous smile making Hannah weak at the knees. “No problem. It’s the teacher in me. I find it much easier to be straight with kids.”
“Imagine if we hadn’t seen the show and we all sat down to watch it together.”
Caroline laughed. “Don’t. The thought fills me with dread.”
She reached forward, her backside straining in her jeans as she took a different controller. Hannah sunk to her knees behind Caroline, palming her gorgeous arse as she pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. “Edie’s going to be in the shower for a while.”
“H-Hannah.” Caroline moaned when Hannah slipped a hand around the front of her, popping the button on her jeans. “We shouldn’t.”
“We…definitely should. I’ve missed touching you this week. We haven’t had a moment to ourselves.”
Hannah lifted a hand and squeezed Caroline through her shirt. She felt her girlfriend’s nipples become taut under her fingertips, a breathy moan telling Hannah exactly what Caroline wanted.
“But I can stop if you think it’s a big mistake.” Hannah lowered her hand down Caroline’s stomach, cupping her through her jeans. “Your call.”
Caroline rested her head back on Hannah’s shoulder, her eyes closed as she barely managed to say no. When Hannah pressed the seam of Caroline’s jeans to her lips, Caroline bucked her hips. “Fuck.”
“Thought so.” Hannah smirked against Caroline’s neck, pushing her hand past the waistband of her jeans and underwear. Caroline’s breath caught, her hips rolling, one hand gripping the edge of the coffee table.
“H-Hannah, you need to hurry.”
The further she pushed, the more wetness she found. “Babe, have you needed me?”
“O-oh, I always need you.” Caroline thrust her hips forward, encouraging Hannah to give her more. She pressed her finger between Caroline’s lips, that delicious moan as she lightly touched Caroline’s clit music to her ears. “Yes. Oh, God.”
“I love you.” Hannah took Caroline’s earlobe between her teeth, slowly rolling her fingers over Caroline’s swollen clit. “I love feeling you. I love how wet you are for me. I love watching you come undone, only for me.”
Caroline bucked her hips faster, lifting one hand and wrapping it around the back of Hannah’s neck. “Hannah, I’m close…”
Hannah lowered her hand, slipping two fingers inside Caroline, her palm pressed to her clit. “Then why don’t you come for me so I can taste you, babe?”
Those words had Caroline shuddering against Hannah, her chest heaving as she came. “Oh, God. How do you do that?”
“Make you tremble?”
“Y-yes.”
Hannah smiled when Caroline turned her head and captured her lips. It was hot, passionate, but filled with so much love. “Trust me, there’s nothing I enjoy more than watching the woman I love come. Your pleasure is my pleasure. Always remember that.”
“Oh,youare a fucking dream come true.”