Fractured Echoes

chapter 9

" Into the Morning Heat "

I didn't know what Charlotte meant. Her words hung in the air like a whisper I couldn't quite grasp, but before I could ask, her lips were on mine. Soft at first, just the gentle brush of her mouth, but soon it deepened. I kissed her back, and it wasn't long before everything else faded—the confusion, the questions—everything. The kiss grew more urgent, more hungry, and in no time, we were making out like the world outside didn't exist.

I could feel the heat building between us as we moved, slowly but surely, toward the bed. My top was already off, leaving me in just my bra, while Charlotte still wore her nightwear. It was thin, silky, clinging to her body in all the right places. By the time we reached the edge of the bed, I couldn't think about anything but how badly I wanted her.

Charlotte pushed me back gently, and before I knew it, she was on top of me. I could feel the warmth of her body pressing down on mine, her slit rubbing against me even through her clothes, sending shivers up my spine. She smiled against my lips as she kissed me, a little mischievous spark in her eyes.

"Can we?" she asked, her voice soft but full of desire.

I smiled back, heart pounding in my chest, breathless but certain. "Of course we can."

Without another word, Charlotte's fingers found the clasp of my bra, and in one smooth motion, she slipped it off, leaving me completely topless beneath her. I should've felt exposed, maybe a little vulnerable, but all I could think was how natural this felt. How good it felt.

Charlotte stood up for a moment, stripping out of her nightwear in front of me. My eyes followed her every move, taking in every inch of her bare skin as it was revealed. God, she's gorgeous. The thought hit me like a punch to the gut. I'd always known Charlotte was beautiful, but seeing her like this, standing in front of me with nothing on, it was something else entirely.

She smiled at me, a little playful, before hopping back onto the bed, her body pressing against mine again. Her hands were everywhere—trailing down my sides, teasing the waistband of my black leather skirt. The same skirt I'd only put on minutes before, now feeling unnecessary in every way. Slowly, Charlotte began to slide it down my hips, pulling it off completely and tossing it to the side.

"This might feel really good," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin, "but try to be soft."

I could barely think straight, the anticipation building to an unbearable high. I nodded, but in the back of my mind, something nagged at me—just rooms away, Violet Eloise was there. The girl I'd practically rejected last night. But as soon as Charlotte's hands touched me again, all thoughts of Violet vanished.

Charlotte's fingers hooked around the waistband of my panties, and with one slow, deliberate motion, she pulled them off, leaving me completely bare beneath her. My breath caught in my throat as she moved down, her mouth so close to my skin I could feel the warmth of her breath. Then, without warning, her tongue flicked against my opening, teasing me. The sensation sent a wave of heat crashing through me, and I couldn't help but moan—loudly.

Charlotte chuckled softly, pulling back just enough to say, "Shh, Iris."

But I couldn't stay quiet. Not with the way her tongue moved, slow and deliberate, teasing me just enough to drive me crazy. Her hands gripped my thighs, holding me open, keeping me completely at her mercy. She licked her fingers, wet and slick, before pressing them against my slit, rubbing slow circles that made my toes curl.

"Oh fuck, Charlotte," I gasped as she slipped two fingers inside me, her movements deliberate, curling her fingers just right, hitting that perfect spot that made my entire body tremble.

The wet sounds of her fingers moving in and out of me filled the room, mixing with my breathless moans. I could feel the heat building, feel the tension winding tighter and tighter inside me. My body was on fire, every nerve lit up, every sensation amplified.

I could feel it coming, that familiar pressure low in my belly, and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. "Oh shit," I panted, barely able to get the words out. 

But Charlotte didn't stop. If anything, she sped up, her fingers curling deeper inside me, her tongue flicking against me in perfect rhythm. I could barely breathe, my body arching off the bed as the pleasure became too much to handle. The pressure kept building, higher and higher, until it snapped. I couldn't hold back anymore—I screamed her name, my body convulsing as I came, hard, the release hitting me like a tidal wave.

 her fingers still moving inside me, slow and teasing. I could barely move, my limbs numb, my body completely worn out. All I could do was lie there, gasping for breath, while Charlotte worked me over until I was nothing but a trembling mess beneath her.

Finally, she pulled her fingers out, leaving me completely exhausted, my body buzzing from the aftershocks of my orgasm. I felt numb, and tired—so fucking tired—but in the best possible way.