Her throat. That long, elegant arch of it. She wants to taste it.

So she does. She pulls Hannah’s head back, feeling the way her back arches against her and presses her breasts into Caroline’s chest. She leaves a trail of kisses down Hannah’s throat, feeling her moan, the way her nails dig into Caroline’s skin.

When she reaches Hannah’s collarbones, she bites down, just hard enough to hear the sharp intake of Hannah’s breath and feel the way her back arches even harder.

And she needs more. She needs all of her.

She slides her thigh between Hannah’s only remembering in that moment the slit in her skirt. How could she have forgotten, after being teased by it all night? She barely recognizes the whimpers leaving her throat as she nips at the juncture of Hannah’s neck and shoulder, as she slides her hand down, into the slit of the skirt.

Caroline traces her fingers over the soft, heated skin she’d only been able to look at before this moment, before she slides her hand under Hannah’s thigh. Gripping it, she tugs it up around her waist and angles her thigh to press against Hannah.

Jesus Christ, she can feel how hot she is, even though her dress and her own pants. The long, desperate moan Hannah lets out is swallowed by Caroline, desperate to taste Hannah again. To feel the way she pants against Caroline.

Hannah’s hips move urgently against Caroline’s and she breaks their kiss, her head falling back. “Please,” is all that she can say. And she says it over and over, breathless, until it becomes an inane chant.

Caroline is so fucking wet, she can feel herself soaking her underwear. It only makes her push her thigh that much harder against Hannah, reveling in the way she gasps and cuts off her chanting.

She slides the hand that had been gripping Hannah’s thigh down, moving so that she lightly touches Hannah. She groans, herself, feeling how wet Hannah is through the barely there lace thong.

She plants open-mouthed kisses up to Hannah’s ear, nipping her teeth at her earlobe as she teases her. Trailing her fingertips over her, Hannah’s wetness coating her fingertips, and it takes all of the control she has to not dip her fingers inside.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you?” Caroline’s voice is reedy, wanting.

And she can feel Hannah’s desperation in how she shakes her head. “Caroline, inside. Please, I want – I’ve wanted you for so long.”

The chuckle that leaves Caroline’s throat is mirthless as she promises, “Not nearly as long as I’ve wanted you.”