Everything I Need

Part 16

She finds a slow and lazy rhythm at first. Her movements are tentative and careful because she doesn’t want to scare her. She wants Charlotte to be able to tell her if she realizes she doesn’t want to do this anymore. She wants Charlotte to be able to tell her to stop because she knows she’ll never be able to make that choice on her own. But Charlotte doesn’t say anything. She just seems to get warmer, her skin hotter than when she had her fever. She desperately reaches up to find something sturdier to hold onto and Shela watches as one hand finds the rungs of the headboard.

Her body falters when Shela reaches to hold the other hand still clutched in the sheets and anchors them together.

She muffles the sounds she makes into the pillow and Shela wants to hear them. She wants a lot of things and she feels her hips moving more surely against Charlotte. Her own s*x grinds against the back of Charlotte’s thigh when Charlotte starts pushing back into her movements and it drives her crazy. She pants harder against Charlotte’s neck and can’t stop herself when her mouth closes to press the softest kisses there. Charlotte shudders again and Shela can’t stop wetly pressing her mouth to her skin. Her nose traces the outline of Charlotte’s tattoo at her hairline as the hand not holding Charlotte’s reaches to roam her body.

She grips Charlotte’s hip and gives herself no time for doubt when she reaches for the hem of Charlotte’s shirt and urges it up her body. She tugs it until it gathers under her arms and tries to ignore how damp Charlotte feels between her legs. She wants to ask Charlotte if she can take her ruined underwear off but she doesn’t want to scare her. She’s never done anything like this before, after all, and Shela almost wants to stop when she remembers that. She almost wants to stop and then she feels Charlotte’s backside rub up against her and she forgets it completely.

She doesn’t forget that she wants to make sure Charlotte gets what she needs and to learn what Charlotte likes. She wants to touch every inch of her and discover which parts get the best responses. She strokes up her side as she sucks at the back of her neck, squeezes her hip as their bodies collide before reaching around to stroke her belly. She listens carefully for changes in the sound of Charlotte’s muffled noises, hoping to hear her more clearly. She wants to find different ways to make Charlotte draw away from the pillow with a whimper and a gasp for breath.

She feels like her own arousal is dripping down her thighs by the time that Charlotte manages to push up onto an elbow and push harder back into her. When she opens her eyes, she can see the angles of Charlotte’s body. She can see the beautiful expanse of her bare back and the teasing curves that lead underneath her. She’s sweaty too; her soft locks damp with sweat at the back of her neck. Her movements falter and Shela doesn’t think before she curls her hand underneath her body to cup one incredibly soft breast in her hand. It’s an instinctive act to keep Charlotte steady and when she lets out an undeniably loud moan into her pillow, Shela knows that it was worth it.

Charlotte’s always been worth it.

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Charlotte doesn’t know what she’s doing. She doesn’t know what she’s doing.

She doesn’t know what she’s doing but she seems to be managing anyway.

She doesn’t know how she could be doing anything other than managing when Shela Sunny is kissing the back of her neck and stroking her chest as she moves so wickedly against her. Shela’s thigh is strong and firm and this is not how Charlotte thought her first s****l experience would go. It’s not like she wanted candles and rose petals but she didn’t think that it would be Shela. She didn’t think that she’d get so much arousal from something so simple. She didn’t know that she’d feel so much from this kind of stimulation.

Her lungs burn but not in a way that scares her. She leans up on her forearms as her forehead presses into the pillow in front of her. She’s worried if she doesn’t muffle the noises she makes then she’ll scare Shela away. They seem unnecessary, desperate and excessive. Her forehead furrows as her hips move instinctively back against Shela’s movements. She thinks—she thinks—that she can feel Shela wet against her thigh but that thought feels too good to be true.

It feels too good to be true but then all of this does. She never imagined Shela Sunny would ever be touching her chest and kissing her neck. Shela keeps delicately stroking over her chest and tummy and Charlotte shudders each time. She wishes she could feel as much of Shela as Shela feels of her.

“Shela,” she grunts when the hand holding hers against the mattress reaches up to push the hair away from her face. “Shela …” she whimpers, neck arching into her lips. “Oh.”

Shela must hear her and it makes her flush until Shela’s mouth descends lower and starts moving over her back. A tongue pokes against her skin and Charlotte’s knuckles go white as she desperately holds back the moan that aches to leave her. Shela pants hotly against her skin and she waits for Shela to kiss her skin but she never does. Her mouth moves over her but it’s almost like she can’t kiss her, like she doesn’t have the energy. Her hand finds Charlotte’s chest again, fingertips skirting under the fabric of the shirt to stroke up the column of her throat before fluttering down through her cleavage. Her palm flattens over Charlotte’s stomach and Charlotte gasps when she rubs teasingly over her belly until working back up again. Shela’s hair tickles over her skin as she moves lower down her body, somehow managing to press a pacifying kiss to the middle of her back.

Charlotte almost shouts when Shela separates from her and leans up on her knees. She almost turns around to look at her and regrets not doing so when she feels the telltale softness of Shela’s bare breasts against her back. One of her hands finds Charlotte’s chest again and keeps stroking while the other moves the hair back from her face. Shela’s mouth attaches to the curve of her neck and their cheeks almost press together when Shela starts releasing the most gorgeous breathy sounds against her ear.

They’re hitched—desperate—and Charlotte bites the pillow as she feels the telltale embers of release start burning between her legs. Shela’s entire body feels tight and ready to snap against her and Charlotte doesn’t understand why she hasn’t yet as her movements become slower and longer, each one punctuated by the soft gasp that she releases into Charlotte’s ear.

“Charlotte,” she mutters and there’s something soft and reverent about her voice that draws Charlotte away from the pillow. Her breath catches with each hard press of Shela’s thigh against her center, dragging over her lowers. Shela sucks on her neck and whimpers. “Charlotte.”

Her voice is questioning and Charlotte waits for whatever it is but the question never leaves Shela’s lips. Instead one of her hands fumbles until Charlotte can feel it between their bodies. She gasps and arches her neck, unprepared for the touch of Shela’s hand over her backside, teasing between her legs as fingertips graze the inner crease of her groin and tug her underwear aside.

Her mouth falls open with a gasp, her back arching as Shela’s pleased smile presses against the back of her neck. Charlotte sighs and she can feel the skin of Shela’s thigh directly against her as Shela keeps tugging her underwear aside. She’s unprepared for the slide of her center against Shela, for how soaked she is. Shela hums in appreciation, her fingers lazily stroking her chests again, and the stimulation is like nothing Charlotte’s ever felt. Her release builds quickly, brokenly, and with a few more slow presses of Shela’s thigh, she comes, unable to stop the long, broken moan that leaves her as her body undulates with the pleasure.

It’s not until the blackened haze of her o****m leaves her that she realizes Shela’s still writhing against her. She’s more desperate now and Charlotte lays flat against the mattress as Shela ruts against her. Her chin tucks into the curve of Charlotte’s neck and Charlotte somehow manages to get her jelly arms to reach for her, hand tangling into her hair and tugging encouragingly.

“Shela,” she whispers. “Shela.”

Charlotte turns her head to the side, just enough to find her face and feels her stomach bottom out at the way Shela instantly nuzzles into her cheek. She kisses there and Charlotte only has to watch for a few more moments before Shela’s mouth drops open and her body stops. It hovers against her for a long time, tense and unmoving, before Shela shakes, hips jerking until they collapse against her.

Shela’s eyes clench shut at the feeling and Charlotte watches her quietly until they softly open again. It makes her breathless, how f*****g deep they are. Their bodies shift, Shela’s falling to the side as Charlotte angles into her. Charlotte pillows her head on her forearms and loves the way that Shela looks at her. Her arms wrap around Charlotte’s middle and her chin rests on Charlotte’s shoulder. It makes Charlotte feel everything all at once and she smiles lazily when Shela just blinks at her in surprise.

When Shela leans in to press their foreheads together, it’s about as much as she can take. Her face softens and she’s pretty sure her heart stops. They take it in turns glancing at each other’s mouths and it’s like the last few moments never happened because she still feels nervous when Shela nudges their noses together. Her breath still catches when caramel eyes anxiously search hers and Shela’s lips quirk up as she leans in.

Her eyes flutter closed and Charlotte sighs in anticipation before—

“Shela! Shela ri! Shela! Let us innnnnnnnn!”

Shela jumps away from her and Charlotte startles too, blinking out of the moment as someone starts banging on the door.

“Sheeeelaa!” Harper shouts as Sana yells profanities at someone along the hall.

Shela shoots her an annoyed glance before Charlotte snorts and buries her face back in her arms. She feels Shela pull away from her and turns to watch her as she steps over to the door. She manages to catch a glimpse of Shela’s n***d back as she pulls her t-shirt back on and smirks when she grabs a pair of sweatpants off the floor to cover the noticeable wet patch on her shorts.

Charlotte closes her eyes as the reality sinks in. Her skin burns as she reaches down to rearrange her underwear and pull her shirt back down over her body. She rolls onto her side against the wall, closing her eyes and burying her face back in the pillow as Shela opens the door to her friends. She hopes they can’t see her blushing.

“Can we sleep here?” Sana says. “Some dumbass lost our keys and we can’t be bothered to find them.”

Shela pauses and doesn’t say anything before Harper’s stumbling in and nose-diving onto her unmade bed. Charlotte’s heart pounds with the adrenaline she feels and she doesn’t know what’s going on as Sana steps in mumbling about being tired.

Shela closes the door behind them and makes sure they don’t break anything. They curl into Shela’s bed and Charlotte can feel Shela hovering awkwardly in the middle of the room like she doesn’t know what to do.