“I love your body,” Hannah says as she lifts her head, eyes running down Caroline’s body, staring at her chest. She sounds almost dazed. “You look so sexy.”

I’m going to come, she thinks, but she can’t actually form the words right now. All that comes out is, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Hannah doesn’t stop, and she’s curling her fingers just right. But she does lift her mouth. Her hair is still technically up, but so messy and she looks so thoroughly fucked, it only brings Caroline even closer.

“That night. At the lake house. I went to the bathroom and I touched myself.”

Caroline groans, working herself against Hannah’s hand, unable to slow down while her body feels entirely out of control. “Fuck. Fuck. You did?”

She presses her head back against the bed, moaning long and low in the back of her throat.

“Yeah.” Hannah watches her move, her mouth open as she pants. “I came so hard, thinking about exactly what you described.” There’s a whimper in her throat and she fucks Caroline harder.

Caroline shudders. Her body feels like it’s – like she’s – so close.

“Tell me,” she gasps, pleading. She just wants to hear more. Hear Hannah. She wants to be completely taken over by her – feeling her fingers filling her up, her scent surrounding her, body against her own.

“I thought about you following me to the bathroom.”

“Yeah,” her voice is a whine high in her throat, moving her hips faster, scratching her nails up Hannah’s back. “Yeah.”

So close, so fucking close.

Hannah’s mouth is next to her ear, voice raspy. “And I came with your name on my lips. Exactly like you knew I would.”

Her thumb presses down against Caroline’s clit and that’s –

Her mouth falls open on a silent scream, her hips stuttering then freezing as her thighs shake. She comes so hard, white noise being all she can hear as her orgasm rushes through her body.

She has no concept of how much time goes by before she is fully in control of her faculties. Her heart is still beating hard, but calming down, and Hannah’s delightfully naked body is pressed against hers.

Caroline’s head falls back into the pillow, body feeling like it’s melting into the mattress. After several minutes, they shuffle around, easily falling into the position they’d slept in the first night they’d shared a bed.

Caroline’s favorite – sprawled over Hannah, arm slung over her hips, leg over Hannah’s. She’s still having trouble processing that this is all actually real and happening to her.

“Remember when you said that you usually went stag at holiday parties?” Hannah asks, her voice barely above a whisper.