Hannah’s breath hitches, her hips jumping as Caroline starts easing her thong down.

“I was thinking about you.” She works her mouth down, pausing to suck on Hannah’s nipple. God, she hadn’t even been wearing a bra and Caroline hadn’t known all night.

Hannah’s fingers immediately dive into her hair, holding her tightly against her. They stay that way as Caroline eases to her knees, pulling Hannah’s thong until it hits her knees and slides to the floor.

When she looks up, Hannah’s watching her and she looks utterly wrecked already. Her lips bruised, chest heaving, fingers clenching in Caroline’s hair.

She wraps her hand around Hannah’s thigh again, urging it up and over her shoulder, still holding eye contact. Moving in closer, she presses her lips to Hannah’s thigh, feeling it quiver at the contact.

“I thought about how much I wanted to taste you. How much I wanted to press your hips down and lick you. Suck you. Feel your clit in my mouth when you came for me.”

Her own breath catches in her throat when she’s so close she can smell Hannah. The desperate whine that leaves Hannah’s throat is all she can handle.

She leans in, licking a path up her slit, before she reaches Hannah’s clit. The shout that leaves Hannah’s lips at the contact is all she can hear as she closes her eyes and loses herself in the taste and the feeling of Hannah dripping down her chin.

She fucks Hannah with her tongue, pressing her hips against the kitchen counter, even though they continue to rock against her face.

Nonsensical words leave Hannah’s throat, getting louder and louder. And Caroline opens her eyes again, just in time to see Hannah arching her back and shuddering her release, as she comes into her mouth.

***

Caroline had known how desperate she was to pleasure Hannah. She hadn’t known that the feeling was apparently mutual.

As she’d stared up at Hannah, still kneeling between her thighs, she’d been struck utterly dumb. Hannah was still wearing her heels, she’d only realized at that moment, with her chest heaving, haloed in the light, as she leaned back against the counter, looked nothing short of an utter goddess.

Then she had looked down at her.

And she’d thought maybe Hannah would be timid. Or shy. Or – she didn’t know. She hadn’t expected the raw desire in her eyes.

Everything after that is a blur at this moment. All she knows is that she’s on her back under Hannah, in her bed. And Hannah has two fingers deep inside of her, filling her so fucking perfectly.

She’s so wet and it feels so good and Caroline digs her fingers into Hannah’s back as her warm mouth sucks on Caroline’s nipple.