She pulls back, wanting to see Hannah’s face as she tugs her thong to the side. Just enough to slip her index finger inside, feeling how fucking hot and wet and – she hisses out a breath as Hannah’s breath catches in her throat, her eyes squeezing tightly closed.

It costs just about everything she has, but she slides her hand down, leaving Hannah’s heat.

Hannah’s eyes open, looking utterly confused. “What – why?”

Caroline’s own heart is pounding so hard in her chest, just wanting Hannah so fucking badly. She wants to come, but more than anything she wants to make Hannah feel so good.

“I want you to come in my mouth.”

The amount of times she’s dreamed of it should be embarrassing. Maybe it would be if she had the wherewithal to care about anything else in this moment.

Hannah’s lips fall open on a tremulous breath and she nods. “Yes – god, I… yes.”

“And…” she pauses, waiting until Hannah’s eyes meet her own, as she trails her fingers over the back zipper of Hannah’s dress, “I want to see you.”

There’s the slightest bit of uncertainty that crosses her features in that moment. And Caroline can hardly believe it, given that Hannah is, without a single doubt, the most gorgeous woman in any room.

Caroline sways closer, her voice low. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with. Just feeling your hand on my thigh when we’re watching a movie makes me so wet for you.” She trails the finger that’s still damp from Hannah’s own pussy up, ghosting it just barely over her bottom lip. “More than even this.”

And she can’t contain her whimper, doesn’t even try, when Hannah’s tongue flicks out to lick at the top of her finger. She looks almost shocked at herself, before her shoulders straighten. Emboldened.

When Hannah nods, she leans back in to kiss her. Softer this time, less rushed as she takes her time sliding down Hannah’s dress until it hits her waist and pools on the floor.

She doesn’t break their kiss even as she slides both of her hands up Hannah’s sides. Feeling how warm she is, the goosebumps that break out on her skin as Caroline’s fingers map her stomach. Hannah’s arms come to wrap around her shoulders, holding her close. And she touches her slowly, tracing every bit of her abdomen, until Hannah’s body relaxes against hers again.

When she does break their kiss, she slides her fingers down to either side of Hannah’s hips and hooks them into her thong, holding Hannah’s eyes with her own. Hannah’s are barely open, her breath shallow as it hits Caroline’s lips.

“That night at the lake house,” she starts, leaning in to press an open mouthed kiss against Hannah’s collarbone again.