Midnight Rain - bonus scene

I wanted to give you a little something to make up for the angst and pain I provided you for Midnight Rain last week.

Perhaps some spice to wrap up our month?

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Charlotte let out a sigh as she closed the door to their home, locking it as she dropped her purse on the table and toed off her heels.

Today had been a long day; a lot of her days, currently, felt like that.

Her term as senator was coming to an end, soon. She’d recently let it publicly be known that she wouldn’t be seeking re-election, and as soon as the surprise over that faded, people had immediately jumped to the conclusion that she wasn’t seeking to continue as a senator, because she was going to throw her efforts into higher political office.

After Charlotte had dissuaded that notion, she felt like her work had truly begun. So many loose ends to tie up, so many meetings, so many people wanting a foot in the door.

The crazy thing at the root of it all was that… she wasn’t upset. She wasn’t sad or disappointed. If anything, she felt ready. Ready to jump right into her new career as the head of the Thompson Foundation.

With her attention turned toward the future, toward her many plans about the Foundation, along with needing to keep up with her continued senatorial responsibilities, Charlotte was really feeling the pressure.

On top of that, she’d spent the entire last week singlehandedly in charge of Lucy. Which had felt like the biggest responsibility of all.

If she were being honest, she felt very proud of herself. Lucy had officially been her stepdaughter for a year now, and Charlotte took that mantle very seriously. She’d handled enough dinner times, bath times, homework help, and weekend activities to feel more than proficient, by now.

But Sutton had never been away for an entire week at a conference, before. Not in the three years since they’d been together. She’d offered not to go to this one, because she knew how busy Charlotte was lately. And even though Lucy had technically supposed to be spending two of the nights Sutton was gone at Layla’s, Charlotte and Sutton both knew that wasn’t a guarantee.

She’d done it, though. She’d done it, and Sutton had returned home – to Charlotte and Lucy’s excitement – last night.

And now that it was Friday and Charlotte had seen to it that everything she could possibly need to handle at work was wrapped up until Monday, she was so ready to collapse into Sutton. To have a mindless weekend, where she could just turn her brain off.

She’d walked a few steps down the hallway before she paused, only registering then how… quiet it was in the house.

When Lucy was home and awake – and she should be home tonight – their house was rarely quiet. If anything, she had more energy at nine than she’d had when Charlotte first met her.

Even without Lucy, though, even when it was just her and Sutton, it was rare to walk in to complete quiet.

Sutton often liked to have soft music playing or – especially now, in the evening – Charlotte would be able to hear her puttering around in the kitchen as she made dinner.

Glancing down at her wrist, she double-checked the time. 6:27.

Even if Sutton and Lucy had done out for an errand or an activity after school, they should be home by now.

She double-checked her phone as she slowly continued walking down the hallway. Sutton hadn’t texted to let her know she was running late, which she always did. Sutton was extremely reliable in that way; Charlotte loved that about her.

Concern edged through her, sharp and intent, as she brought up their text thread.

Her thumbs were already starting to type out a message, when she heard, “Senator Thompson… it’s about time.”

She startled, nearly dropping her phone, at the sound of Sutton’s voice.

Relief slashed through the concern, and she lifted a hand to rest over the surprised beating of her heart as she lifted her head to lay her eyes on her wife.

“Darling, I was worried. What are you–”

She cut herself off, everything inside of her freezing at the very sight of Sutton.

Who sat in the wingback chair on the opposite side of the room, facing the doorway. Clearly having been waiting for Charlotte.

And she was wearing… fuck, Charlotte swallowed, her throat already running dry.

She was dressed – mostly – as if she were about to go into a senior-level lecture. Wearing a pair of high-waisted trendy, black slacks that were fitted at the waist, and then flared down. Paired with a white blazer, a single button done in the middle… and one of her black, lacy bras underneath.

To top it all off, she was wearing her glasses, with her hair half-up in a twist.

Desire immediately swept through her, knocking away any ounce of exhaustion she’d felt only minutes ago. “Sutton…” she breathed, and it was all she could say.

The simple reality was that there was something about watching Sutton in action – watching Dr. Spencer, literature professor – in action, that made Charlotte ache.

She’d expressed as much to Sutton last month, when Charlotte had impulsively decided to stop by Sutton’s afternoon class after a meeting had unexpectedly been cancelled and she’d had some free time.

Watching Sutton command her students’ attention, as she spoke so eloquently and knowledgeably about her course material, standing at the front of the room wearing an outfit similar to the one she had on now…

Charlotte had felt insanely, ridiculously embarrassed by how wet it had made her, leaving her squirming in the seat in the back of the classroom.

It should, truly, be illegal. For Sutton to look like that.

Charlotte would have never made it into politics, if she’d had Sutton as a literature professor; surely, she would have changed majors.

“It’s Doctor Spencer, actually,” Sutton returned, arching an eyebrow at Charlotte sharply over her glasses.

A tremor worked through Charlotte, sparking heat following immediately on its heels.

A heat so strong, so blazing, she nearly fell over from the intensity.

Yes, she and Sutton had sex last night. She’d come, hard, into Sutton’s mouth, finding relief after a very long week of missing her wife.

And yet, in this moment, Charlotte was already so wet and wanting, she could have fooled herself into thinking that it had been weeks since she’d felt Sutton’s touch.

She placed her phone down as gently as she could with trembling hands on the coffee table, just to ensure she didn’t drop it to the floor. Which, depending on what happened next, seemed like a distinct possibility.

She had to swallow twice through the dryness in her throat to manage to get out, “Is that so? I’d thought we were familiar enough with one another for first names.”

Sutton slowly pushed herself out of her chair, the movement fluid and deliberate, shifting her blazer, and giving Charlotte such a perfect view of all of Sutton’s smooth, pale skin underneath.

“That depends, I suppose,” she murmured, and her voice hit that husky place that instantly had Charlotte clenching her thighs together.

Still, she maintained her composure to the best of her ability. She commended herself, honestly.

“On what, exactly?” She asked, licking her lips as Sutton walked closer to her.

Strut might be a better word. Yes, Sutton was walking with a swagger, incredibly confidently. It was a confidence Sutton had during sex, something that came over her when she commanded Charlotte physically.

And jesus fucking christ if Charlotte’s body didn’t feel programmed to respond to it.

“On what you want to happen, next,” Sutton breathed back as she drew up in front of Charlotte.

Without hesitation, Sutton reached for her, tangling her hands into Charlotte’s hair and yanking her closer.

Her mouth was voracious, hungry and demanding on Charlotte’s, eliciting a moan from deep inside of her. From somewhere Charlotte couldn’t have held back.

She streaked her hands down, sliding under the tailored jacket Sutton wore, so she could dig her fingers into the warm skin underneath, wanting to both feel closer and wanting – needing – an anchor.

Though their torsos pressed together, Sutton slid her hands down to clasp Charlotte’s hips firmly. Not allowing Charlotte to move, to push herself as close as possible. As close as she wanted desperately to be.

There was nothing like this, she dimly thought, groaning as Sutton tugged Charlotte’s bottom lip with her teeth. The sensation, the perfect sharpness, shot straight to Charlotte’s clit.

She broke away, disconnecting their kiss, even as her body rebelled against it. Still, she valiantly fought to open her eyes, searching Sutton’s.

Because she knew very well that she was reaching the point of no return, and, unfortunately, Charlotte was very well-acquainted with living with a child at this point, and knew that there could be… unforeseen complications when it came to sex. “Where – where’s Lucy? What’s going on?”

She dragged her fingers down Sutton’s back, feeling the shivers that chased her touch, wanting Sutton to know that she had absolutely no problem with this – whatever this may be – she just needed a little more context.

Sutton’s hot breaths hit against her lips, as she answered, “I dropped Lucy off to spend the night at Aliana’s house.” Even as her breathing was ragged and her voice was so low, Charlotte physically responded to the rasp of it, Sutton’s touch gentled, stroking over her hips.

“You’ve been so incredibly busy, lately. So focused, so dedicated. Doing everything you can to solidly pause one career and jump into a new one. And on top of all that, you’re the most amazing wife to me and stepmom to Lucy…” Sutton’s teeth dug into her bottom lip as her gaze searched Charlotte’s, and she took a deep breath.

“When we were on the phone while I was at the conference, you said what you wanted more than anything right now was to have someone else take control over your life for once. And I know you’d been somewhat joking, making an off-handed comment but–” Sutton cut herself off on a sharp inhale, her cheeks flushed with want. “But it made me think of ways in which I would absolutely love to take that control from you.”

Charlotte wasn’t even aware that the whimpering sound she heard was from her own mouth until after it had already escaped. But, “Yes,” she breathed, “Fuck, yes.”

She really hadn’t meant that during their conversation. Sutton was correct; she’d been making an off-handed joke. Especially because she’d felt so stressed and tired, that sex hadn’t even been on her mind.

But right now, in this moment, as Sutton stared her down with dark, desirous eyes, Charlotte’s entire body ached. Her blood thrummed through her veins as her heartbeat inside of her body in tandem with the way her clit pulsed.

And that ache only grew more intense, more wanting, as Sutton slowly smiled. Sutton, her Sutton, had the most beautiful, radiant, sweetest grin.

This one was dark and wanting and sharp and sent every coherent thought Charlotte may have had go completely haywire.

“Yeah? You want that, then?” Sutton’s voice was low and demanding, and Charlotte’s eyes fluttered closed at it as she nodded.

Was this what the prelude to nirvana felt like? Charlotte certainly thought so.

Sutton’s hands fell to her hips, gripping tightly, as she yanked Charlotte completely against her, then rolled her hips against Charlotte. Grinding them together intently, and a moan started working out of her throat at the feeling even before –

She snapped her eyes open in surprise as she felt it. Felt the strap that Sutton was already, clearly, wearing under her deceivingly loose-fitting slacks.

“Darling,” she gasped, reaching down to slide palm Sutton over her pants, her eyebrows high on her forehead as she gripped the toy Sutton was wearing. “You came prepared for this.”

Which – given Sutton’s outfit – Charlotte had already known. But this… arranging plans for Lucy and concealing her strap, was a different echelon.

And fuck if Charlotte wasn’t dripping, absolutely ruining her underwear.

“Senator, I’ve done my research on you,” Sutton returned, that confident edge sliding into her tone. “If there is one thing I know about you, it’s that you really, really appreciated when someone comes prepared.”

She leaned in, breathing comes against Charlotte’s ear, and she shivered from it, her entire body arching into Sutton at the sensation.

“Your research is c-correct.” God, Charlotte was stuttering over her words, and she couldn’t even find it in herself to care.

All she could find inside of herself right now was wanting Sutton to fucking take her. Exactly as her words and tone and look promised. And she knew Sutton could deliver.

“Excellent. Because I like being well-prepared, too,” Sutton murmured against her, as she pressed her mouth against Charlotte’s neck. She left hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing from just under Charlotte’s ear, down the line of her neck, before dipping her tongue into the hollow of her throat.

She must be able to feel Charlotte’s heart thundering, Charlotte vaguely thought, as she scratched her hands into Sutton’s hair. Feeling the soft, thick luxuriousness of it sliding between her fingers. Encouraging Sutton to take more. To explore every inch of Charlotte with that talented mouth.

As soon as she gripped Sutton, though, Sutton pulled back, those arousing kisses disappearing from her neck.

“So, I’m prepared. I’m prepared to take every ounce of control.” She slid her hands down, gripping Charlotte’s ass to grind them together, grinding Charlotte into the strap. Her mouth trembled open at the sensation, and she pushed herself down into it.

“In fact, Charlotte, if you so much as attempt to take control back – this will end. You move when and where I tell you to move. And you will come when I tell you to come. How does that sound to you?”

Sutton’s eyes were on hers, burningly intense, and Charlotte could read loud and clear what she was asking. Is this what you want?

And, good fucking god, did Charlotte want this.

Her entire body was vibrating, feeling strung so tight in anticipation already. She’d been wound in such intense knots lately, the idea of having all of that weight taken off of her shoulders – taken by Sutton – sounded like salvation to her. A salvation of the highest magnitude.

She found herself nodding, already panting for breath. “Yes, Doctor Spencer. Take control, take me, just–”

She had no idea what else she’d intended to say, and it didn’t matter. Not when Sutton’s mouth was on hers again, doing exactly as Charlotte wished.

Sutton’s tongue slid along hers, delving into her mouth, one of her hands sliding up into Charlotte’s hair to take a fistful. Charlotte’s own hands drifted down to Sutton’s hips, clutching to keep her balance, as Sutton’s searing kiss burned through her.

“If you want to touch me, you’d better do it, now,” Sutton breathed into their kiss, not breaking away from Charlotte even an inch. She could feel the words vibrating into her mouth, and something about that made Charlotte’s knees even weaker. “Because soon,” she rolled her hips into Charlotte’s as she tightened her hand in Charlotte’s hair, and Charlotte’s inhale choked in her throat. “You aren’t going to have the opportunity.”

Charlotte keened against Sutton’s mouth, knowing that Sutton meant that. Sutton always meant what she said, and especially now – like this – she knew very well that Sutton would follow through on every promise made. And Charlotte wasn’t someone to miss her opportunities. Not anymore.

She touched Sutton, desperately. Starting by sliding her hands, flat palms, up Sutton’s back, under her blazer. Reveling in the feeling of all of that soft, creamy bare skin under her palms.

But she didn’t have time to spare, and she wanted to feel as much as she could while she had the chance. Not only because she reveled in those little sounds that Sutton breathed out at Charlotte’s touch, knowing that Sutton got just as worked up from feeling Charlotte as Charlotte did from feeling Sutton.

But because the sheer act of touching Sutton, feeling her against Charlotte, knowing that she was turning her on, ramped up Charlotte’s own arousal ten-fold.

So she skimmed her hands back down, dragging her fingers over Sutton’s waist, then down to her hips – at least, as far as she could before she got caught in the waist of Sutton’s pants.

Normally, she’d tease. Normally, she’d slide her fingers down into the waistline, knowing it would make Sutton shudder. Normally, she’d trail her fingers over to the buttons that kept them closed, but right now – this wasn’t normal.

Right now, Charlotte was on a mission. She knew she was on a time-crunch, but she didn’t know how much time she had. So she couldn’t move slowly or relish or tease.

She had to take her fill while she could.

It made her even more desperate, even more needy. And she wondered, wildly, if Sutton had known that. If she’d known that telling Charlotte that she wouldn’t be allowed to touch Sutton, soon, meant Charlotte would be driven to the edge with desire, trying to sate this need.

She had to know.

“You have to know,” Charlotte murmured, fervently and nonsensically, as she dragged her mouth away from Sutton’s, down the column of her throat.

Because she didn’t know if that ban on touching Sutton would mean her lips, too, and she couldn’t waste any time in feeling Sutton’s skin under her mouth. Sutton whimpered, the sound buried in her throat, and Charlotte could feel it.

God, it felt so good.

Then, all at once, it was over.

Sutton was, as Charlotte had known she would be, true to her word. She used the grip she had on Charlotte’s waist to push Charlotte a few inches back, separating them.

Sutton’s breathing was ragged as she growled, “That’s enough.”

The sound of it, of how much Sutton wanted her, too – to the point of distraction, to the point of needing to stop Charlotte from touching her lest she get too caught up in her own pleasure – was headier to Charlotte than any aphrodisiac.

She was positive she would come so, so quickly, already. Sutton always touched her – with her mouth or her fingers – before fucking her with a strap or a vibrator, and Charlotte hoped to god that part of Sutton’s plan entailed allowing Charlotte to come more than once.

“You have a very, very talented mouth. Talented enough that I could forget what we’re doing here,” Sutton informed her, sounding like she was just barely managing to catch her breath, still.

As she spoke, Charlotte realized Sutton was making quick work of the buttons on Charlotte’s shirt.

Sutton’s eyes were trained on her own hands, watching her own movements as if mesmerized by them. Mesmerized by the sight of Charlotte’s body as she came into view, her shirt gaping open as Sutton decisively tugged it out of where it had been tucked into Charlotte’s slacks.

“It’s never enough,” Sutton whispered, as she slowly, reverently, drew her hands up, skimming her fingertips deliberately lightly over Charlotte’s stomach, then the thin fabric of her bra, before coming to grip the collar.

Charlotte’s nipples were so hard, aching to be touched, as a shudder followed Sutton’s touch all the way up.

“I can touch you like this a thousand times, see you bare and wanting me over and over again, and I still want you as badly as I did the first time. Never enough,” Sutton repeated, her voice rough and wonderous.

Charlotte nodded, dazedly, because yes, it was the same for her. Even though it was nearly impossible to reconcile the young woman Charlotte had once touched for the first time – shy and nervous while still unerringly bold – with the woman in front of her right now.

But they were both Sutton. Gloriously so.

Sutton, who used the grip she had on Charlotte’s shirt to pull her closer again, descending her mouth to Charlotte’s neck.

She didn’t linger; in fact, it was as though she wanted Charlotte to fell her everywhere. To know that Sutton was going to devour her whole.

She trailed her mouth from Charlotte’s neck down to her chest, moving closer to her breasts.

And Charlotte’s hands twitched where they’d fallen to her sides, moving to card through Sutton’s hair automatically. Wanting that connection –

Only to find it impossible to make, as Sutton used the hold she had on Charlotte’s shirt to pull it – sharply, firmly – down, behind her back.

The well-fitted cotton shirt hung off of her body everywhere except for where it clung around her wrists. The buttons at the ends of her shirtsleeves were still fastened, holding the shirt in place to pin Charlotte’s hands down at her hips.

For a moment, she moved to complain, to tell Sutton she needed to get her hands out, before she realized –

That’s what Sutton had meant. Charlotte wasn’t going to be able to touch her. Sutton deliberately pulled her shirt off like this, keeping Charlotte’s hands down. Putting Charlotte entirely at her mercy.

Sutton looked up at her, eyes so dark they looked nearly black, as she nipped her teeth into the top of Charlotte’s heaving breast, peeking out from her bra. There was the slightest lift of her eyebrow, and Charlotte hurriedly nodded.

Even as she flexed her wrists, caught and pulled slightly behind her back as Sutton maneuvered the rest of Charlotte’s shirt into some sort of knot or twist or something behind Charlotte’s back, so that even her arm movements were restricted from it.

Her breathing labored as she rocked her hips insistently at Sutton. She felt crazed, unfathomably needy – trembling from it – as Sutton’s hot, talented mouth latched onto her nipple, through her bra.

“God, yes,” she hissed, jerking her hands instinctively to put them in Sutton’s hair.

Only to realize, again, that she couldn’t.

The groan she let out was both disappointment and desire, and somehow, it only made her hotter.

Sutton undid Charlotte’s slacks, pushing them down and letting them pool around her ankles, as she insistently lapped at Charlotte’s nipple. She couldn’t feel Sutton’s tongue, no, but she could feel the heat of her mouth, the delicious friction against her aching nipple from her bra, and, and –

Charlotte dropped her head back, leaning heavily into the back of the couch behind her and trusting it to hold her up, as Sutton slid one of her hands up to rub Charlotte though the absolutely soaked, lacy fabric of her underwear.

“You did need this,” Sutton breathed against her, a moan in her words. “God, love, I can feel how much you needed this.”

Charlotte intended to say something in response, opening her mouth…

Only to let out a choked cry as Sutton shifted her underwear to the side, just a bit. Just enough to slide one of her long fingers up into Charlotte.

She groaned, the sensation of Sutton’s single finger inside of her feeling good but not enough, not nearly enough for how ready Charlotte was. How wanting she was.

“More,” she begged, digging her fingers into the fabric of the couch cushion behind her. “More, please.”

Sutton slowly, torturously, slid her finger out of Charlotte, before pushing back in. “I know you want more, love. I know you need more.”

Charlotte nodded, ragged expletives falling from her lips, only to be cut off as Sutton thrust inside of her faster, harder, and with two fingers.

She clenched, hard, elation sliding through her even as the heat pooling inside of her body insisted that this wasn’t enough. It was fucking amazing, and she needed it, but she just needed Sutton to touch her clit – just the slightest touch, even – and she would be able to fall over the edge.

The orgasm teased her, staying just out of reach, as Sutton continued to thrust into her with measured strokes. Charlotte couldn’t keep her eyes open, but she could feel Sutton watching her. Knew Sutton was taking in every expression she made, as Charlotte rocked her hips down harder. Hoping that if she angled correctly, she could brush her hard clit against the palm of Sutton’s hand.

“But I’m not going to let you come yet.” Sutton didn’t thrust back inside of Charlotte as she slid her fingers out. All the way out, even out of her underwear. Completely away from Charlotte.

Who blew out a deep breath, disappointed and wanting and so, so aroused, she could hardly see clearly. “Darling,” god, even her voice was shaking. “Please.”

“I told you that I will tell you when you can come,” Sutton murmured, shaking her head. “And it’s not now. Not yet.”

“You’re killing me,” Charlotte breathed, and she was so incredibly grateful that Sutton had positioned her against the back of the couch, now, because without it, Charlotte didn’t think she’d still be standing.

A teasing, glinting smile tugged at Sutton’s lips. “Not yet.”

Not yet? What did that mean? What did–

“I also told you, before, that you will not move unless it’s when and where I tell you to move. Remember?” Sutton husked, staring intently into Charlotte’s eyes.

Waiting for acknowledgement. An acknowledgement that Charlotte managed in an affirming nod, several beats later.

“Good.” Sutton sent Charlotte a sharp, satisfied look. “Then you better know that you aren’t allowed to move from that spot right there. Right where you are. If you take a step in my direction, it’s done, and I’m not going to fuck you the way you’re aching for me to. All right?”

“I understand,” Charlotte managed, clutching the couch cushion in a tight fist.

As much as she was aching for release, as much as she wanted it now, she couldn’t deny that this made her even hotter. That this – Sutton taking over every decision, commanding Charlotte – slotted right into what Charlotte needed. What she could feel in her bones would make her come so fucking hard.

Sutton smiled at her – again, so sharp and so sexy, but right there, mingling with it, was that sweetness about her that Charlotte loved. That sweetness that soothed over everything, making Charlotte feel so good about this.

Only seconds later, all thoughts scattered from her mind, as Sutton started undressing.

First, stripping out of her blazer. She nearly folded it, laying it over the back of the couch next to Charlotte, before reaching back and undoing her bra.

Dark blue eyes latched onto Charlotte’s as Sutton traced her own fingertips over her breasts, tugging at her own hard, pink nipples.

They both moaned, and Charlotte’s mouth watered. Fuck, Sutton was so sensitive, she really was, and Charlotte’s lips tingled with the need to replace Sutton’s touch on herself.

Sutton toyed with her own breasts for several more seconds, her mouth falling open at the sensation, as she panted, “I know you want to touch me now. I know you do.”

Charlotte hadn’t even realized how fucking tightly she was digging her fingers into the couch behind her, but she was. So, so tightly.

“I’d love it too. But,” she added, lifting an eyebrow at Charlotte, “You won’t be.”

Sutton evenly held Charlotte’s gaze as she slid her own fingertips down her body, whispering over her waist, then her stomach. A trail that Charlotte wanted to follow with kisses, but – but she couldn’t.

Because this wasn’t her show; it was Sutton’s. And Charlotte found herself held captive by the commanding look on Sutton’s face, as well as her own need to obey Sutton. Because this was exactly what she wanted.

Sutton slowly undid the button and zipper on her own slacks, staring into Charlotte’s eyes, as she drew them over her hips.

There was no shame, there. No embarrassment. Charlotte, unbidden, thought once again of the young woman Sutton had once been, before. She would have never done this; stripped without shame. Taken control of this situation without pause.

Charlotte had wanted Sutton back then – eager to please and uncertain of her own power – with every fiber of her being, just as she did now. This demanding need for Sutton was a part of Charlotte’s DNA.

Sutton’s pants fell away from her, revealing Sutton in the soft, leather straps of her harness, Charlotte’s favorite dildo already in place. Exactly what she’d known she’d felt even when it had been hidden under Sutton’s pants.

And she ached at the sight of it. Ached for Sutton to fill her, to take everything Charlotte could give her.

That ache inside of her only doubled, desire thrumming through her body and rushing her blood through her veins, as Sutton stroked her hand over the strap.

“Fuck,” Charlotte breathed out, her face contorting with the nearly painful edge of desire that slashed through her. She wanted to do that, to be touching Sutton, and –

She only realized she’d released the couch and started to take a step forward when Sutton dropped her hand away from the strap, holding it up between them.

“No. I said, you stay there.” She pointed at Charlotte, the motion keeping Charlotte rooted in place. “Stay there, with your hands behind your back, and watch me. This is in my control. Remember?”

Charlotte was going to die. She was going to die from this. And yet, she nodded, throat too dry to form words.

Sutton waited several seconds, watching Charlotte closely as if to make sure she wouldn’t betray her word again. Before she returned her hand to the silicone toy between her legs, stroking herself with a small, slight sigh.

“You’re not the only one of us who’s so wet from this, love,” Sutton breathed, her teeth gritting together. “I am, too.”

Charlotte stared, wanting to memorize every moment of this show she was being given, as Sutton walked to the – oh. There’d been one of the wooden chairs from the kitchen table in here this whole time and Charlotte hadn’t even registered it.

She was certainly registering it, now, as Sutton settled herself into the chair, and spread her legs. Giving Charlotte the view to prove her words.

No. Charlotte wasn’t the only one of them that was so fucking wet right now.

She whimpered at the sight of it, forcibly pushing herself into the couch to stop herself from walking to Sutton and dropping to her knees.

Sutton stared at her, locking eyes with her, as she slid her hand down, maneuvering the strap enough so she could push her hand under and –

“Oh, god,” Sutton keened, the sound so guttural, it sluiced through Charlotte.

Sutton dropped her head back on a heaving breath, and Charlotte watched, utterly riveted, as Sutton dipped her fingers lower. She moved her fingertips over her entrance, and they were immediately completely soaked.

Charlotte licked her lips, her body vibrating. This was – that was hers.

Sutton didn’t seem to have the patience to drag this out even longer, it seemed, as she slid her fingers up to her clit. “Charlotte, fuck.”

The whine in Sutton’s words – in Charlotte’s name – nearly did her in. Her knees went slack, and she barely stopped herself from hitting the floor, as Sutton rubbed herself with quick, circling motions.

She didn’t know where she wanted to watch, more. Sutton’s hand, working under the strap, as she touched herself? Both giving Charlotte the best view she’d ever had in her life while simultaneously making Charlotte jealous of Sutton’s own hand?

Or on Sutton’s face, as her eyebrows knit together and her delicious mouth opened on whimpering pants, contorting in pleasure?

They needed to do this more. It was the hottest thing Charlotte had ever witnessed, would ever witness. Only they also needed to never do this again, because Sutton was going to come and she was only feet away from Charlotte and there was nothing she could do about it!

“Charl – oh,” Sutton’s own cries cut herself off as she lifted her head and stared at Charlotte, the movements of her fingers slowing. “Come here. Now.”

Charlotte didn’t know if she’d ever moved faster in her life. She was in front of Sutton in seconds, waiting for her next command, itching to do whatever Sutton needed to fall into the orgasm that Charlotte could see was hurtling toward her.

“On your knees,” Sutton panted.

Charlotte’s knees hit the area rug immediately, and she was staring at Sutton, seeing up-close how drippingly wet she was, and Charlotte wanted to devour her.

Sutton used one hand to tug the straps out of the way as she quickly put a leg over Charlotte’s shoulder and pulled her close. “I need – your mouth. Your mouth, now.”

There were several smart remarks that Charlotte could have made. Normally would have made.

But not now.

Now, this was Sutton’s ship, and Charlotte was along for the ride, and she just wanted to make Sutton come in her mouth so hard.

She leaned in, pressing her cheek against Sutton’s inner-thigh – not having the use of her hands as they were still pinned down with her shirt was not something she was used to, but Charlotte wouldn’t let that deter her from her goal.

Not when Sutton was so close, she could smell her.

One of Sutton’s hands landed on the back of her head, pulling Charlotte closer and depleting the last centimeters of distance.

Charlotte groaned as she dove in. The leather of the strap brushed her chin, and she didn’t care. She felt off-balance because of her hands behind her back, and she didn’t give a single fuck.

All she cared about was how soaked her face was as Sutton pressed against her, how hard Sutton’s clit was under her tongue. How Sutton’s hand gripped her hair so tightly. How Sutton’s loud cries sounded from the back of her throat.

And then, how Sutton tasted as she came against Charlotte’s face, into her mouth. How her clit pulsed against her tongue.

Charlotte’s whimpers escaped her as she continued to lick Sutton, wanting every drop. Every taste of this, of her.

Only to find herself heaving for breath as the hand in her hair finally tightened and pulled her back.

She stared up at Sutton from her position, between Sutton’s legs with her chin dripping from how wet Sutton was, and her shirt restraining her hands.

Sutton was breathing just as hard as she was, her face flushed and glowing, as she shakily slid her thigh from Charlotte’s shoulder, then stood.

She stood before Charlotte, adjusting her strap back into place, before she lowered herself to her knees, so they were face-to-face, torso-to-torso.

Charlotte’s eyes were wide, dazed, and she – she just wanted. And she still didn’t move, waiting for Sutton’s next demand.

Quickly, though, Sutton reached behind Charlotte and made quick work of releasing one of her wrists. Charlotte had no time to think, before Sutton’s strong, firm hands were on her shoulders, urging her to lay down on the floor.

“Here, now,” Sutton demanded, her voice so low.

Charlotte laid herself back, only acutely becoming aware of her need again as Sutton settled, still on her knees, and pulled Charlotte’s thighs apart.

She’d been so insanely caught up in Sutton, in needing to watch her, then taste her, that her own demanding need to come had no longer been her focus.

Only, it hadn’t gone away.

If anything, it was even more intense, now.

Especially as Sutton dragged her fingertips up Charlotte’s thigh, staring at her face as she paused just before touching Charlotte. “I didn’t plan this part. I thought… I’d planned on touching myself until I came, and made you watch me.”

“I’m glad that didn’t work out,” Charlotte managed to speak real words for the first time in too long, and her voice sounded so raspy, foreign to her own ears.

A smart flashed over Sutton’s face. “I needed you. You looked at me like you were dying in a desert, and I was all that would save you, and I needed it.”

Before Charlotte could form a response, Sutton leaned forward, dragging the tip of the strap up between Charlotte’s folds. The only response she could manage, then, was a long, wanting moan.

Especially as Sutton then moved the tip back and forth over Charlotte’s clit, and she shuddered, arching against the floor. Trying to push herself more firmly into that friction, because – yes, god, her orgasm really hadn’t gone anywhere.

It had gotten no less potent, no less hair-trigger ready. How could it?

Sutton stopped the movements against her clit. “I see that you’re ready to come, still.”

Sutton tugged Charlotte’s thighs to rest over Sutton’s hips, as she leaned over Charlotte, angling the strap down. Away from her clit, away from making Charlotte fall into her orgasm.

“I’m not ready for that, yet, love. I think I can make you crazier. I think you’re not ready to have the real world come back just yet.”

Sutton’s whisper echoed through Charlotte’s ears, as she felt Sutton slide into her.

Now that both of Sutton’s hands were free, she gripped Charlotte’s wrists and pushed them up above her head. She held them firmly, pressing down into the plush rug, as she stared into Charlotte’s eyes.

Eyes that Charlotte could hardly keep open, as Sutton didn’t pause in her onslaught. She moved her hips insistently, deliberately forward. Not pausing for a single second, as she seated herself inside of Charlotte.

And oh, even though Charlotte was feeling the stretch inside of her, she didn’t want Sutton to slow down or to pause. She wanted this, exactly this.

She rotated her wrists under Sutton’s firm grip, so she could dig her fingers into the rug as an anchor. Something to keep her grounded, as Sutton finally slid home, their hips rubbing against one another.

Sutton nuzzled against her neck, pressing a kiss there, before nipping her teeth into Charlotte. Her hips jumped at the sensation, pushing herself impossibly harder into Sutton.

And she panted, adjusting to the fullness inside of her, finding herself nodding, desperately. Needing –

“Yesss,” she hissed under her breath as Sutton started thrusting her hips.

Every time she pulled out, she moved slowly. Slowly, deliberately, intentionally… before pushing back inside of Charlotte the exact same way.

She made sure Charlotte felt every inch, every movement, every single second of this, and Charlotte did.

She felt it, and she knew that Sutton knew this couldn’t make her come. All it could do was ramp up her pleasure. Hit every nerve inside of her, making the need to fucking come feel like it was both imminent and unattainable, all at once.

Charlotte’s breaths trembled out of her, as she dug her head back into the rug, her thighs shaking.

Sutton thrust inside of her, so deeply, so firmly, and Charlotte’s body sang.

And still, she couldn’t come.

“Darling, dar – I – Sutton – please,” unintelligible words fell from her lips, as she rolled her hips into Sutton’s.

Sutton lowered herself completely on top of Charlotte, eliminating the few inches she’d kept between them. Her stomach slid against Charlotte’s, their breasts rubbing together, and she felt Sutton’s warm breaths hit her cheek as she continued her slow thrusts that were driving Charlotte completely out of her mind.

One of Sutton’s hands slid from where it had been grasping Charlotte’s hip up to cup her face. She turned into the touch, feeling so – so anchored in it.

Especially as Sutton murmured, “Is this what you wanted, love?”

And the words weren’t demanding or teasing or full of cheeky confidence.

They were soft and searching, and Charlotte managed to blink open her bleary eyes to meet Sutton’s, only inches from her own.

She couldn’t think clearly, couldn’t process the words properly at all, but she nodded. Yes, she’d needed this. Yes, she’d wanted this, so badly. This, where Sutton directed her and made all of their decisions, even this – even when Charlotte was going to come.

“Yes, I – I, yes,” she managed on a sobbing breath.

Everything inside of her lit up on high alert – even higher than it had already been – as Sutton slid that hand that had been cupping her jaw down, working it between them.

Everywhere she touched made Charlotte’s nerves light on fire, centering right in her clit. Her aching, weeping clit that just needed –

Sutton’s fingers brushed over her, rubbing Charlotte’s clit firmly as she thrust inside of her.

Charlotte clenched her fingers into the rug, her hips jerking up into Sutton, as she clenched so fucking hard around the strap, and she came.

God, she came so, so hard. All she could hear in her ears was her blood rushing, and all she could feel was where Sutton was inside of her, and the orgasm washed over her so strongly, she wasn’t sure she’d survive it.

She did.

She did survive it, she realized, an unknowable amount of time later, when she finally came back down to earth.

Still shuddering slightly, she opened her eyes and looked up at Sutton.

Whose blue eyes were trained intently on her face, the look in them so, so soft. The hand Sutton had been using to rub Charlotte’s clit was now stroking up and down Charlotte’s side, gently, comfortingly.

Her entire body went lax, at long last, melting into the rug underneath them.

“Oh my god, darling. How long have you had that up your sleeve?” She asked, a tired, rasping laugh working out of her throat as she finally moved her hands of her own volition, testingly bending her elbows – not sore, which was great – and draped her arms over Sutton’s shoulders.

“I’ve been thinking about it since you made that comment on our call,” Sutton murmured, moving her hand up to softly sweep some stray hairs from sticking to Charlotte’s neck. “And when I came home and saw how well you took care of Lucy and work, even though you were so stressed and so… weighed down, I wanted to do something to take the weight away.”

“Well, it certainly worked,” Charlotte informed her, as she sighed, then yawned.

Sutton gave her a gentle smile, before she dipped down and pressed her lips to Charlotte’s. The kiss was pure calm, for both of them, and she reveled in it. Only pulling away to gasp, as Sutton carefully slid out of her.

“And now, for my next trick, I’m going to pamper the hell out of you all night. There’s nothing you need to do, no calls or emails you need to answer. Just you and me.” The comforting tone of her words wrapped around Charlotte like a hug.

She let herself roll with it. With Sutton, she could let go and be taken care of. Here and now, she could do this. With the person she knew would always catch her.

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