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“I only have two rooms available,” Lottie said.
It was a complete lie.
Natalie was standing close to her behind the reception desk of the wellness center. She hadn’t been able to stay more than a few inches away from Lottie since the other woman had pulled her to her feet to dance. It was electrifying, standing so close to Lottie Matthews. Not in an artificial way, but something much more primal, like the touch of pure lightning from the sky, something that could easily compete against every drug Natalie had ever tasted.
This closeness meant that Natalie was able to notice that there were clearly three keychains in the drawer Lottie was staring at. Part of her felt sick and furious about how easily Lottie could lie to her friends, even after everything. This was a different type of lie from what she was used to from Lottie though, wasn’t it?
Across from them, on the other side of the desk, their four friends exchanged looks of varying degrees of concern. Lottie held up the two keychains in the palm of her hand and offered them out. Everyone did the math rather quickly.
Taissa, unsurprisingly, was the first one to react. She reached out quickly and grabbed one set of keys.
“I’ll take one,” she said. Then she turned her face to the side to look at Van with such a look of I have no ulterior motives that it only could’ve come from a politician. She was so good at pretending to be sincere that it went all the way around back to obviously showing her ulterior moves. “We can… We can share a room, right?”
“Yeah. I mean… Yeah, sure,” Van replied. She looked everywhere but at Taissa, because one wrong look and she’d burst out laughing or she’d say one of the dozens of jokes that passed through her mind. I mean, you’re the married one, but sure . The reception area was dimly lit, because everyone else in the compound was fast asleep and Lottie had only turned on one pair of lights, but it was still so easy to catch Van blushing.
Despite how potentially entertaining that scene could’ve been, everyone else had bigger concerns.
Lottie, who had orchestrated this whole thing from the start, wouldn’t have let it fall apart right under her nose. As soon as she noticed Misty’s lips begin to part to say something, she got ahead of her.
“Natalie can stay in my room for one night,” Lottie said. It was a statement. But, ever the mastermind, she had the delicacy of turning her head toward Natalie and asking, “If that’s okay with you?”
Even then, it wasn’t exactly a question. It was a farce. She didn’t ask that question for Natalie’s sake, but to keep up appearances with the others, as if any of them still cared about anything even remotely close to appearances. But, judging by the way Natalie couldn’t keep her eyes from trailing along the curve of Lottie’s exposed neck and the way her dark hair cascaded down the back in her current pose, maybe even that question was part of whatever game Lottie was playing with her.
So, Natalie took a deep breath and, hoping she was half as good a liar as Lottie, she slurred, “No problem.”
Natalie was smart enough to look away from Misty’s little pout, scared that it would pull on the strings of a strange and complicated corner of her heart, which she wasn’t emotionally prepared to deal with, not like she was resigned to deal with the raw and bloody bite of her heart that Lottie was currently gripping.
“You know what,” Shauna said, shaking everyone out of their calculations and taking the last keychain. “I just… I want to sleep, okay? I just need a bed and I’ll be okay. You guys… Um, whatever. Misty? Let’s go, please.”
“Alright,” Misty agreed, gritting her teeth and pushing through her own complicated feelings. “I’ll warn you though,” she added as she followed Shauna, seemingly getting over one more loss of Natalie over Lottie, “I have a very specific bedtime routine…”
Taissa and Van followed them close behind on their way to their own room. Van looked over her shoulder before disappearing around a corner and sent a playful salute their way. Maybe it was aimed at Natalie, maybe at Lottie, or at both of them, or maybe she was genuinely joking and she couldn’t tell Lottie’s intentions. It didn’t make a difference.
“Now, let’s go,” Lottie whispered. She whispered , now that there was nobody around to eavesdrop.
Natalie was still too focused on the rasp of Lottie’s whisper that it took her a moment to process the fact that Lottie had grabbed her hand and started to lead her away from the reception desk and toward her bedroom. Lottie moved fast and smoothly. Not like a breeze or a freshwater stream. She was far more solid and dangerous than that. She was an arrow piercing through the night, and Natalie was well aware that she was both being dragged along for the ride as much as she was the arrow’s destination.
When they reached Lottie’s bedroom, Natalie slid inside cautiously, as if she expected a bear trap, or a hole on the ground with spikes at the bottom. She looked around the place quickly, because she understood that she was needed elsewhere. Though it would’ve been deeply amusing to let Lottie wait for her. In a matter of seconds, Natalie took note of the heavy curtains, the king-sized bed with sheets expensive enough to be obvious at first glance, and the big wooden dressers that seemed pulled from the set of a period film about some tragic European queen. There might have been other things, like a full bookshelf and a desk with possibly incriminating papers or odd talismans that formed an altar. Natalie preferred not to look too closely at anything potentially distracting. If there were unsettling, brutal, or grotesquely gorgeous paintings hanging on the walls, Natalie didn’t stare. The most beautiful and disturbing piece of art in the room was standing with her back leaning against the locked door, waiting for Natalie.
“You had three keys,” Natalie said, finally turning around and facing Lottie. “You fucking lied.”
Lottie didn’t flinch or shrink away from the accusation or Natalie’s hostile tone. That was the problem with keeping up a hostile facade for most of her life, Natalie feared, its effect had mostly worn off in these women decades ago. And yet, the delicate tilt of Lottie’s lips just barely suggested a proud smirk hiding underneath the surface, and that was a little too much.
“What are you smiling for?” Natalie asked her at the same time that in two quick strides she closed the distance between them and effectively trapped Lottie between her body and the wooden door, placing her arms on either side of Lottie’s head.
Lottie, if anything, seemed even more pleased by this development.
“Would you rather leave?”
Natalie gritted her teeth to keep herself from answering just anything or, God forbid, what Lottie wanted to hear from her.
“You’re drunk,” Natalie said with enough conviction to mildly hide the fact that it was an obvious deflection on her part.
It prompted an actual smile from Lottie, the kind of grin that made her eyes crinkle and sparkle with more life than Natalie remembered seeing on her in the best or worst times when they were younger. It was a good look on her face.
Lottie’s obvious amusement made Natalie feel like she could hear her reply, Just a little bit, just a little bit drunk. In fact, she could hear the words inside her mind so clearly that she was afraid Lottie was literally, and not only metaphorically, inside her mind. She didn’t shudder at the thought, but at the way she caught herself enjoying the concept of Lottie inhabiting some private and gory part of her body.
“And you’re not,” Lottie replied instead, looking just slightly more serious. “I’m proud of you, by the way.”
Natalie blinked, taking her time to process those last words. It was true, she was still sober, even despite the night they had just shared. It hadn’t been easy. Not with the way Lottie looked at her. The way Taissa and Van looked at each other. The way Misty looked at her. The way Shauna kept forgetting herself and tried to pass Natalie the several bottles they went through. She had managed to keep herself sober, but she failed to keep herself out of Lottie’s room. Now there were just a few inches between them and Lottie was bringing up difficult subjects and-
“I’m not doing this right now,” Natalie said, slowly letting her arms fall down and she got just half a step backward before Lottie’s hand shot out to grab the lapels of her jacket and pull her back in, even closer than before, even if Natalie’s hands slammed against the door before her body could fully crash against Lottie’s, who sighed defeatedly at Natalie’s resistance.
“Did I get this wrong?” Lottie asked, genuinely confused, and before the hint of sadness became really noticeable in her eyes, she turned serious and noble, as if Natalie bought that act, and asked her again, “Natalie, do you want to leave?”
“Not exactly,” Natalie answered slowly, frowning, leaning just a little closer, if only to watch Lottie’s breath catch in her throat. Not for any personal gain, not at all.
But Lottie’s teasing smile was back.
“You said so yourself, dear,” she said, “It’s time for you to stop resisting.”
“Is that so?” Natalie replied. “What were you resisting then?”
“The urge to pull you into this room since the moment you threatened to attack me on your very first night here.”
Natalie closed her eyes and let her head fall forward just an inch or so. Just enough to feel Lottie’s untamed hair brush against her forehead. Just enough to feel Lottie burning with the desperate desire to close the distance between them and the commitment to respecting Natalie’s boundaries.
After two slow, steadying breaths, because she didn’t have the patience to get through one more breath, Natalie asked her, “What do you want, Lot?”
“I want to make you feel so good that you forget absolutely everything else about our lives except for this moment.”
“Fuck, Matthews.”
“What do you want, Natalie?” Lottie asked her, and her voice already sounded coarse, as she was screaming internally and developing actual physical consequences to it.
Natalie thought about it. She really did. She thought about her answer really fucking hard. She wanted to give a better answer but there was absolutely nothing else in her mind except for…
“You.”
It was all Lottie needed. Her hands raised between them, hesitating a half an inch before touching Natalie’s face, and she asked, “Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” Natalie replied. “Fucking yes.”
Even though it was Lottie who asked, it was Natalie who leaned forward and crashed their lips together.
Natalie could’ve laughed at the sweet whine of surprise that escaped Lottie when Natalie’s kiss slammed her against the door. Lottie, all-powerful Lottie, who had apocalyptic visions of the future, who talked to gods of her own invention, who could heal and curse and lie and die for others as if controlled fate in her well-manicured hands. And yet she didn’t see coming the fire and hunger with which Natalie attacked her lips. Natalie could’ve laughed at the irony… But at the same time that her lips claimed Lottie’s, Lottie’s hands landed on her face, cradling her jaw, with just a couple of fingers trailing her neck, with her nails just brushing Natalie, silently promising more eager touches and a tight grip on Natalie’s skin and heart. Some part of her wished Lottie would drop the grace that she mastered through the years and just outright start scratching her face as they devoured each other’s mouths.
Natalie could’ve moaned at that image.
She didn’t laugh or moan or say anything. She moved her own hands to Lottie’s waist. Of course, there were several layers between her desperate hands and Lottie’s warm skin. She struggled for a moment, pushing the fabric of Lottie’s elegant robe away. Natalie groaned, conflicted by her feelings toward the frankly infuriating robe. How annoying it was to maneuver. How fucking delectable it made Lottie look.
Finally, Natalie’s hands landed on Lottie’s waist with only her thin silk dress separating them. If Natalie thought she was affected by the heat she could feel radiating off Lottie, then she couldn’t even imagine what Lottie felt, because it only took her digging her nails a little into Lottie’s waist to have Lottie’s hips bucking toward her. This brought a smirk to Natalie’s lips, briefly breaking the kiss just to dive back in twice as hungry, right away biting on Lottie’s bottom lip. Even though Natalie acted full well knowing what she was doing, even she was taken aback by the breathless gasp it earned her from Lottie.
It was marvelous. It was also deeply frustrating, because no matter what she did, somehow she couldn’t shake the impression that Lottie still had the upper hand. There they were, with Lottie unabashedly moaning against Natalie’s lips, and yet it was Natalie who swore her legs were trembling and her knees would give out at any other sound from Lottie.
Fortunately, though, those alluring sounds were the final straw on that night’s war against Natalie’s defenses. She fully gave up trying to fight what was clearly going to happen in that room. She tightened her hold on Lottie, wrapped one arm around her waist, and let the other explore upward along her spine, pressing her close to Natalie’s body.
Lottie immediately reciprocated. She wrapped an arm around Natalie’s shoulders, and her free hand went to get lost in Natalie’s hair, tugging and tugging, scratching her scalp, teasing and rewarding her at the same time.
That embrace had to count as the pagan equivalent of heaven in whatever messed up religion Lottie had constructed for herself, and Natalie was perfectly happy to be there. She only had a few problems with it.
Firstly, she couldn’t forgive herself for lacking the foresight in anticipating Lottie would be an extremely good kisser. She opened herself up for Natalie, she magnanimously let her take the lead, yet kept her on the edge of her seat as a reminder that she could take control back any time she pleased. Lottie kissed deeply, restlessly, appreciating any and every nip of Natalie’s teeth against her lips. Lottie’s tongue was this talented and invasive thing that made Natalie sigh against her and feel trouble by meddling thoughts of a serpent wrapped around her throat, holding her tighter and tighter as Natalie enjoyed every minute of it.
Secondly, Natalie was briefly distracted and disturbed by the realization that at some point, when she had Lottie pinned against the door of her bedroom, Lottie must have purposefully let her body slide down the door a little bit, just a few inches, stretching her absurdly gorgeous long legs ahead of her, in a deliberate move to erase the height difference between them. It was convenient, for their kisses. It was fucking annoying, for Natalie’s pride.
And, last but not least,
“You wear too many fucking layers.”
Lottie actually threw her head back laughing at the comment, and Natalie retaliated by latching her lips to Lottie’s exposed, and absolutely divine neck.
“That’s rich, coming from you, miss leather jacket on plaid shirt on ripped band t-shirt,” Lottie retorted.
Her teasing remark only barely landed, considering how breathless she sounded, the way her lips were shining with Natalie’s spit still on them, and the way one of her hands gripped the back of Natalie’s neck as if she couldn't imagine a worse fate than Natalie’s mouth moving away from the bruise she was working on right over her pulse point.
“It’s one of my shorter dresses, actually. Wore it just for you, love,” Lottie added, “Make it work, Natalie.”
Natalie groaned, “I should just fucking rip it off you.”
“Is that so? How do you suppose you’ll pay it back to me then?”
Just for that , Natalie thought, she should actually rip the damned dress off. She was only appeased because, in that fleeting intermission, Lottie took it upon herself to fully shed the flowy, beautiful, but currently unnecessary and unwanted robe she wore. With so much of Lottie’s skin suddenly exposed to Natalie’s starving eyes and hands, she could give Lottie a pass. How could she be expected to make wise decisions when Lottie’s shoulders were there, a breath away from Natalie’s eager mouth, available for her to mark.
So, what else could Natalie do in that position? She made it work.
Her hands desperately scrunched up the fabric of Lottie’s dress. A little more aggressively than necessary, sure, but if the way Lottie hummed appreciatively above her was anything to go by, she had full rights to manhandle the garment in question.
Everything positively changed when Natalie’s hands finally reached the soft skin of Lottie’s toned thighs.
“Oh, Natalie,” Lottie sighed.
Her head fell with a thud against the door behind her. This time Natalie restrained herself from immediately diving back into marking Lottie’s dark, cruising along her collarbones and diving lower and lower, as low as the neckline of the dress allowed, and then some more until Lottie had to stop her from ripping the thing in half with her teeth.
All of that could wait.
First, Natalie wanted to take a good look at the image in front of her. The tight tendons of Lottie’s neck, the first sight of bite marks blossoming on her skin, her eyes closed, protected by long eyelashes and furrowed eyebrows. The mess of her dress, the length of her trembling legs, her strong arms holding onto Natalie’s shoulders as if afraid she could fall through the haze of pleasure that seized her.
The entire time, her hands didn’t stop moving. One brush of her fingertips against Lottie’s skin had condemned her, and now she would never be able to give it up. Her hands slid as far down as she could reach, just for the pleasure of sliding upward, excruciatingly slowly, to see Lottie shudder as soon as Natalie’s fingers sneaked underneath the sides of her lace underwear.
Hopefully, Lottie was smart enough, and knew Natalie well enough to not expect that to be the end of the teasing. Natalie wouldn’t have given up without first lightly dragging her fingers down again, with her nails softly scratching the heated-up skin, and diving to the back of Lottie’s thighs. When Natalie’s hand slid upward again, this time to grip Lottie’s ass, Lottie couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Natalie…” she said breathlessly, and then Natalie had to watch the fascinating transformation of Lottie reclaiming her power barely inches away from her face.
With renewed confidence, Lottie’s dark eyes fixated on Natalie’s face, and one of her hands performed the most dangerous and hypnotizing dance Natalie had ever experienced. Lottie’s hand trailed from the back of Natalie’s neck, down to the top of her sternum, up again to her neck, right where she could feel Natalie's nervous gulp against her palm, and she applied just enough pressure to make Natalie feel threatened in the best possible way. Then, Lottie’s fingers finally reached their destination and they softly, but firmly, tilted her chin up to her face. When had she moved back to her full height, Natalie wondered.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” Lottie asked.
“I mean, if you insist…”
Natalie’s sly remark and smirk were punished by Lottie’s thumb, which slithered from Natalie’s chin up to her bottom lip, which she slowly dragged down, and then pressed her fingernail on the tender, pink skin of Natalie’s lip.
Natalie hissed at the exact same time that Lottie gasped. Natalie had just cupped her from over her underwear. The threat and promise of something more hung in the air for one precious second… and then they were both back to full speed.
Natalie was well beyond teasing at that point. She wasted no time in pushing her finger under Lottie’s underwear. Instantly, she was rewarded with a breathless moan from Lottie, who seemed to melt under Natalie’s touch.
“Damn, Lottie,” Natalie groaned when she discovered exactly how long Lottie was waiting for her. Her movements faltered. However rough she’d planned to be, her mind changed when she found how easily her fingertips gilded along Lottie’s folds. It would’ve simply been a shame to go with everything she had at once. She had to savor the first touches, the exact shape of Lottie, the way the wetness spread on her fingers.
An added bonus was that Lottie hadn’t pulled back her hand from Natalie’s face, meaning that her thumb was still teasing Natalie’s bottom lip. Ot it was, until Natalie leaned into it to bring the finger into her mouth. She bit playfully, and Lottie hissed and jerked her hips against Natalie’s fingers, still in their leisure exploration of Lottie's cunt. Natalie’s tongue lapped against Lottie’s thumb in her mouth, and she watched with utter delight as Lottie’s impossibly dark eyes observed the movements of her mouth attentively, with lips parted and her brow furrowed.
“That’s good,” Lottie said, once again giving Natalie the impression that the words weren’t meant to be spoken out loud but had swiftly escaped her.
Plus, at the same time, Lottie seemed to remember again that she still held a little too much control over the entire situation. Her hips started moving at a steady pace, and her thumb pushed deeper into Natalie’s mouth. A sound of surprise almost escaped from Natalie, but she was quick enough to shape it into a noise of pleasure, and she was compensated with Lottie slowly sliding the thumb almost the entire way out of her mouth, caressing her tongue, and dragging against her lips. Following her instincts, which, more accurately, were Lottie’s unspoken instructions, Natalie moved her head forward a little, sucking on Lottie’s thumb.
It was Lottie who moaned as if she was tasting a divine feast. “You’re driving me crazy,” she said, her voice as low as Natalie had ever heard it. Her hips were moving faster, stuttering against Natalie’s slim fingers that caressed her steadily but denying her the exact pressure she was craving.
Suddenly, Natalie’s head pulled back. Her lips let go of Lottie’s finger with a wet ‘pop’, and she took the trail of spit on her chin where Lottie’s thumb rested like a crazy. “Oh, babe, you were already crazy before I ever touched you,” Natalie replied with a smirk.
Lottie’s lips imitated her, but Natalie was quick to erase that smug grin on her face. Her fingers finally picked speed, and she dug the fingers of her other hand into Lottie’s hip. When Lottie’s lips parted and she started breathing heavily, Natalie asked, without stopping her movements, “Can I?”
“Say it,” Lottie replied, imperious even when every inch of her body was begging for Natalie’s touch.
Natalie scoffed, but her amusement was impossible to hide. “Can I fuck you?” she asked, putting as much arrogance in her tone as possible and accentuating each word with a particularly intense swipe of her fingertips around Lottie’s clit.
“Yeah,” Lottie said with a broken voice. “Yes, do it. Go on.”
Natlaie didn’t need to be told twice.
Her fingers slid inside Lottie with surprising ease. Lottie was extremely wet, warm, a perfect combination of tight and welcoming to Natalie’s fingers. She clenched around Natalie’s fingers as if she didn’t want to let her go, but with every thrust of Natalie’s fingers she seemed to lose a bit more and more of her poise. Her thighs opened and trembled for Natalie. Her head fell back against the door again. She was breathing deeply, not exactly trying to keep her sounds of pleasure at bay, but savoring every touch, making it all last as much as possible. She took in Natalie’s fingers inside greedily, and her hips followed their movements to get them deeper and deeper,
Natalie wanted to move closer, but she was stopped by her strong desire to watch Lottie fall apart on her fingers. Plus, Lottie’s hand had slid down to Natalie’s throat again. Every few seconds, she tightened her hold a little more before easing off. Natalie gulped against Lottie’s hand, fearing that she would end up coming at getting choked when she wasn’t even the one getting fucked. It inspired her to go a little harder on Lottie, and this was noticeably appreciated.
“More, Nat. Go harder,” Lottie rasped as her back arched off the door behind her and into Natalie.
Natalie was more than happy to oblige. Of all the hard work she had ever pushed her body to do throughout her life, fucking Lottie for as long as she wanted, as hard as Lottie needed, had to be one of the highlights. Natalie watched her for long moments, she kissed Lottie’s mouth when she was hungry and she bit Lottie’s neck when Lottie couldn’t make her lips hold onto Natalie’s. Somewhere along the way, between Lottie’s thighs trembling and Natalie’s arm burning, Natalie realized that Lottie was holding herself back. Lottie was frowning, biting her bottom lip, and she had sparkly beads of sweat falling from her right temple and on the valley between her breasts. She was enjoying this too much to let it end. She was savoring it and making it last. As flattered as Natalie felt, she needed to take the win of Lottie falling apart in her fingers.
Without losing the rhythm of her fingers pushing into Lottie, Natalie leaned in closer to whisper against her ear, “What happened to giving in?” Her only answer was a whine from Lottie that didn’t seem completely conscious. “Stop resisting, Matthews,” Natalie continued. She let her mouth suck and lightly bite on Lottie’s earlobe until Lottie’s moans reached a new peak. “You can let go, I’m not going anywhere. Do it for me.”
Lottie, ever generous and selfless, managed one more shaky breath before she lost complete control of her body. Her orgasm wrecked her body in the best way possible. Lottie Matthews hadn’t been so free and unbounded in decades. Just when Natalie feared that Lottie would crash back against the door and kick it down, sending both of them stumbling into the hallway in a truly compromising position, Lottie surprised her once again. Instead of pushing against the door, Lottie leaned forward into Natalie’s body. She curled around Natalie and, among curses, whispers of Natalie’s name, and almost frustratingly smooth moans, Lottie latched her mouth to Natalie’s neck. She came while biting Natalie’s neck a little harder than anyone more well-adjusted than them would ever do. Natalie held this vision of a vampire queen in her arms until the flame of her pleasure started to dim, or at least ease from forest-fire level. Lottie rode down her moment of ecstasis by soothing Natalie’s neck with feather-light kisses and almost ticklish caresses of her tongue, which happened to perfectly match the careful touches that Natalie left her with before pulling back her hand.
“Help me clean up your mess?” Natalie asked, holding up her hand between them.
If she didn’t know better, she would’ve said that Lottie was embarrassed at her bold choice of words.
However, and somehow this part wasn’t all that surprising for Natalie, Lottie grasped her wrist, wrapping her fingers just a little tighter than necessary, and pulled Natalie’s fingers into her mouth. Lottie didn’t exactly moan at the taste, but it wasn’t needed. She didn’t break eye contact with Natalie for a single moment, and Natalie could easily read the pleasure in the brown irises. Natalie’s request had been half playful, because Lottie had been wet enough that the clean up job only made things messier and they would never be done cleaning up, which wasn’t exactly a bad thing.
“You know,” Lottie said breathlessly when she pulled Natalie’s fingers out of her mouth, “I’m almost offended you’re missing out-”
She didn’t get to finish her sentence. Natalie surged forward, hungrily taking her mouth, wasting no time and stealing Lottie’s taste out of her lips and tongue. If she was completely honest, she was also mourning the fact that she hadn’t gotten to fully taste her yet. But she meant the words she uttered right before taking Lottie to her peak. She wasn’t going anywhere. They had all the time in the world.
Something about that kiss was different though. Even though Natalie attacked Lottie’s mouth with all the hunger she had cultivated in the time it took her to bring Lottie to ecstasy, she was content to let down her guard and let Lottie slow it down to something sensual and unhurried. Keeping up with Lottie’s red-hot, deep, and thorough kiss was taking all of Natalie’s concentration. She couldn’t even help Lottie in her work helping Natalie out of her clothes. The most Natalie could do was feel impressed that Lottie could kiss her like the world was ending and still maintain the coordination to shed layer after layer of clothing from Natalie’s body.
Lottie pulled back from the kiss slowly, letting Natalie cling and suck on her bottom lip until the very last second. Both of them were panting and their hands were clutching at any part of each other’s bodies they could. Lottie stayed just close enough, with her nose gently rubbing against Natalie’s.
“Go to bed,” Lottie whispered. She was still somewhat out of breath, but her calm demeanor made Natalie shudder. It looked like Lottie had fully recovered, and it was her turn to satiate her hunger.
“Finally,” Natalie replied, smirking. She didn’t trust her voice to say much more than that, and she also earned an unamused look from Lottie, which was a lovely reward.
Natalie turned around, still smiling, and pretending like she wasn’t bothered by the loss of Lottie’s warm touch on her skin. She stepped toward the bed, slowly, taking her sweet times, coming up with a myriad of plans in her mind, only to be taken by surprise again.
Lottie followed her faster and more swiftly than Natalie had prepared herself for. One second Natalie was standing in front of the bed, ready to crawl into it and invite Lottie in. The next moment she was paralyzed a step away from her destination, with Lottie pressed to her back and with her arm around Natalie, trailing her fingertips along her waist and her ribs, teasing all the more promising destinations.
“Do you have any idea,” Lottie asked slowly, her words dripping from her lips in the form of honey and the taste of something almost spicy enough to qualify as venom, “for how long I have imagined having you like this?”
Natalie had an idea. Lottie was stunningly sly for some things, but entirely unsubtle for others. If it was half as long as Natalie had wanted it, then it was already a fucking long time.
“What took you so long?” Natalie asked, and because she really wasn’t interested in a genuine answer that couldn’t bring anything good to their current situation, she quickly added. “Are you actually planning to do something or do I have to do all the work here?”
Lottie laughed. Natalie could feel the movement of her chest pressed against her back, her breath tickling her exposed neck, and the sweet sound drifting over her ears. Lottie held her just a little tighter and dipped her head down to kiss Natalie’s shoulder. The first kiss was almost sweet enough to threaten the delicate balance of passion and disregarding the past that they had going on. But then Lottie trailed her kisses up to Natalie’s ear and whispered, “Sit on the bed.”
Natalie, of course, had never been good at taking orders, at least not without first putting up a fight. So, first, she craned her head to the side, and searched for Lottie’s mouth, who easily obliged and reciprocated the kiss.
It wasn’t the most comfortable position, and Natalie half-heartedly resented being grateful for the couple inches of height that Lottie had on her, but they made making out with her like that much easier. Even if it had been difficult, Lottie’s curious hands would’ve made it completely worth it, if not impossible to escape. For a while, it felt like Natalie didn’t even have to worry about breathing or standing upright. Lottie’s kiss provided something better than oxygen itself. Lottie’s fingers, digging into her hips or palming her chest, felt powerful enough to keep her from falling to her knees.
Natalie was perfectly confident about the fact that Lottie was capable of letting her hands wander just a little more and bring her to an earth-shattering orgasm right there on the spot before they ever reached the bed, and both of them would be completely content with it. It just would be a shame. Besides, Lottie did tell her to move to the bed. So, as soon as Natalie felt Lottie’s mischievous fingertips try to sneak under the waistline of her underwear, Natalie broke the kiss, pulled away from her, and gingerly sat down on the edge of the bed.
Lottie looked dazed and breathless as if she had been the one being relentlessly teased, but she was quick to imitate Natalie’s smirk. Then she went one step further and moved her hands to the thin straps of her dress. Natalie had been just about to move further into the bed, but she was frozen by Lottie’s stare. Natalie suspected that Lottie didn’t even blink the entire time as she pulled the straps down her shoulders and slowly let her dress fall down her body until it was pooling around her. She lightly kicked it to the side, a little too methodically for Natalie to believe that it didn’t physically pain her to treat the clothing item so carelessly. Natalie smiled, and she knew she had to speak before she ended up admitting she was feeling enamored, on top of every other feeling that Lottie inspired in her.
“Well I was kind of hoping I’d get to do that,” Natalie said, slurring her words less than when she wasn’t sober, more than when she wasn’t under the influence of one Lottie Matthews.
“Too slow,” Lottie replied swiftly and with a wink.
Then she did something that absolutely took Natalie’s breath away.
Lottie smoothly closed the distance between them and as soon as Natalie’s legs instinctively parted for her to stand between them, Lottie sank down to her knees.
Natalie choked on a gasp. There was a protest on the tip of her tongue, even though she wasn’t sure what she would’ve said anyway. She only knew that this looked wrong to her. She was in her underwear, sitting on the edge of Lottie’s king-size bed, with her legs open and Lottie, also wearing only her expensive-looking underwear, was kneeling on the soft carpet on the ground, looking up at her with fiery brown eyes. As much as she never bought into the myths that surrounded Lottie, she couldn’t shake the feeling of something being wrong about seeing a goddess kneeling for her.
“Lot…” Natalie said. She didn’t add anything else, partially because she couldn’t come up with anything else. What could she say that didn’t sound completely ridiculous? They were hundreds of years away from being kids. Both of them knew very well what they were doing, what they could and didn’t have to do. Still, she felt like she owed Lottie a chance to back away.
“Don’t you want this, Nat?” Lottie asked her, painfully polite, almost offensively so, because she was well aware of the answer, and her hands were already on Natalie’s legs, trailing over her calves, running her thumbs over her knees, just starting to caress her thighs.
“Of fucking course I do,” Natalie answered, almost laughing. Before she could dare utter a ‘but’ Lottie beat her to it.
“So do I.”
It was as simple as that, when Lottie willed it to be.
Lottie started kissing Natalie’s thighs, and she slowly moved closer and closer. Her hands were never still. She was still wearing her rings, and the sight of those hands on her pale thighs made Natalie actually shudder. She had been ready for Lottie ages ago. Any more foreplay might qualify as torture. So, keeping herself upright with one hand behind her firmly on the bed, Natalie let her other hand tangle in Lottie’s dark, soft hair, and she gently tugged her closer.
“Come on, Lot,” she groaned, opening her legs just a little wider like an invitation. She almost blushed, which would’ve made her really roll her eyes at herself. A minute ago she had been scandalized at seeing this ethereal woman kneel for her, and now she was urging her to eat her out as if her life depended on it.
“I don’t like being rushed, darling,” Lottie said, in that particular tone of hers that could’ve been playful and still sounded so devastatingly earnest. Despite her words, both of her hands slid along Natalie’s thighs until they reached the sides of her underwear.
“And I don’t like fucking waiting,” Natalie said, mocking Lottie’s sweet tone.
Lottie had the nerve to laugh warmly and press her mouth to Natalie’s inner thighs again. “I know,” she murmured, right before applying one particularly hard bit to Natalie’s skin.
Natalie hissed, but it was quickly followed by a hum of approval. Lottie was tugging on her underwear and with a little help from Natalie, she quickly pulled them down her legs and out of the way.
When Lottie dove right into between Natalie’s legs, Natalie was able to confirm that Lottie understood there was no need for more foreplay. Or maybe that was just Lottie’s style coming out to meet Natalie’s wet lips. She lapped at her hungrily, but with a touch of grace that was very nearly contradictory. She was as methodic as she was greedy. She just wasn’t sloppy, at least in her technique. The sounds and the wetness on her chin and Natalie’s inner thighs required a whole different adjective.
Natalie struggled to breathe and to look away from Lottie’s commitment to eating her out. She had never felt quite so worshiped by another pair of lips. She figured that if anyone knew about worship it had to be Lottie Matthews. It made sense then that Lottie gave back twice as fervently as she had received.
Lottie pressed close to Natalie’s cunt, and she made her tongue and lips work tirelessly. She repeatedly teased Natalie’s entrance, she caressed her folds with long and sensual strokes, and she worshiped Natalie’s clit with real devotion. She sucked gently, and harder at just the right time. She wasn’t shy about moaning at the taste of Natalie on her tongue and the feeling of Natalie’s nails on her scalp. She kept a steady pace to push Natalie up and up the hill of her pleasure. Right near the top, Lottie liked to pull a new movement, something that would surprise Natalie and keep her hanging in that sweet and tortuous suspense without stumbling to the other side. This skillful treatment lasted as long as it could but, inevitably, at some point, Natalie tightened her hold on Lottie’s hair and screamed very nearly loud enough for one or both of them to be concerned about what the rest of the compound might have heard.
But here’s the thing, Lottie didn’t pull away. She slowed down her movements, and flawlessly helped Natalie ride along the wave of her orgasm, but she didn’t back away. And, perhaps most importantly, Natalie didn’t push her away.
There was no need to even comment about it. Organically, Lottie’s movement sped up again, and Natalie’s hips pushed against her, hungry as if they were receiving direct orders from Natalie’s belly rather than her brain.
Around that time, Natalie’s arm couldn’t hold her up anymore, she fell back on the surface of the bed, not so gracefully, continuously whispering or groaning out curses that instead of offending or scandalizing they were meant to be encouraging, and they successfully spurred Lottie on and on.
In fact, soon enough, Natalie was surprised by a new feeling. While Lottie’s tongue intently worked on Natalie’s entrance, her fingers had moved away from their task of caressing and lightly scratching the most sensitive spots of Natalie’s thighs, and they had found her clit. They were careful, because once again Natalie realized Lottie was seriously trying to make everything last as long as possible, but they did pull a particularly high-pitched whine from Natalie that was enough to convince Lottie to pull back from between Natalie’s legs for the first time since she started her devoted work her.
“All good, Nat?”
“Fucking great,” Natalie groaned, but then she pushed herself up a little on her elbows and looked at Natalie with a truly earnest expression, and said, “Please don’t stop.”
Lottie smiled, and it was a sight as beautiful as it was fleeting. She moved back to tend to Natalie’s cunt with renewed vigor in her mouth. Her tongue happened to be talented enough that Natalie had barely registered the absence of Lottie’s fingers on her when the feeling returned, tentatively pushing against her entrance.
Possibly afraid that Lottie would stop sucking on her clit to ask her something with an obvious answer, Natalie exclaimed, “Yes! Fuck, please, Lottie, yes.”
One of Lottie’s long and deft fingers entered Natalie and she could’ve cried at the combined pleasure of Lottie’s fingers rubbing along her inner walls and Lottie’s lips latched onto her clit. Distantly, Natalie begged herself to remember to tease Lottie for using only one finger, the only ideal one without a ring on, in order to avoid dropping her jewelry. But, presently, her only concern was the breakneck speed with which Lottie was bringing her to the edge again.
Natalie’s second orgasm hit her even harder, knocking the breath out of her, and seizing her entire body, which she arched off the bed as much as she could when she still had one of Lottie’s arms keeping her hips down for making the most of the moment. Lottie drank her until the very last moment, until Natalie mumbled for her to stop, and when she pulled away she was breathing as hard as Natalie, and smiling much more.
Natalie was lying on her back on Lottie’s bed, eyes closed and feeling too hot. Part of her wanted to take some time before doing anything else, but some rustling at the end of the bed immediately caught her attention. She didn’t want to miss a single detail of Lottie at that moment.
When Natalie opened her eyes and pushed herself up on her elbows again, she saw Lottie standing up and finally disregarding her underwear, which Natalie knew for a fact had been ruined a while ago. Natalie enjoyed the view, she drank every inch of Lottie’s exposed body. Her eyes focused on the lines of her body, the subtle muscles, the nearly invisible scars from a few lifetimes ago, the way her impossibly long hair fell over her shoulders, and the stupidly expensive jewelry she still hadn’t dropped. Natalie took that as a challenge.
Lottie’s hands moved to her stylized bra and it inspired Natalie to spring into action.
“Don’t you dare,” Natalie said without an ounce of real threat in her voice. “Let me.”
With some struggle, she sat up in bed, moving to the edge again. First, her hands found Lottie’s waist. She squeezed her hips a little, enough to bring her closer, enough to pull a content hum from Lottie. Then her hands trailed up to Lottie’s ribs, then to her back, which Natalie caressed leisurely, briefly scratching down Lottie’s spine, and this time getting a shudder from her. Finally, her fingers reached their destination on the clasp of Lottie’s bra, at the same time that she begrudgingly broke eye contact with the other woman in exchange for pressing her lips to the warm stretch of skin between Lottie’s breasts. She undid the bra, she helped slide it slowly off Lottie’s body, and her lips began their exploration of the expanse of Lottie’s chest.
Natalie made an effort to be gentle, to properly worship every inch of the skin offered to her. She let her hands join her mouth, and she didn't leave either of Lottie’s nipples unattended for a second. She massaged and brushed, kissed and licked, as if she had all the time in the world. Lottie’s hand found the back of her head, and cradled her closely. In the right places, Natalie could feel Lottie’s heart beating against her. Maybe it was that sign of unrestrained life and blood pumping inside her. Maybe it was the way Lottie’s fingers pulled on Natalie’s hair every now and then. Or maybe it was the sounds that Lottie started to make, sounds more vulnerable, deeper, strangely familiar. Something about it all broke Natalie’s patience, reminded her who each of them were, and reminded her of the benefits of putting her teeth to good use.
Not long after the first graze of Natalie’s teeth against Lottie’s lips, shortly after Natalie was content with the marks she was leaving on Lottie’s sensitive skin, It was Lottie’s turn to run out of patience.
“Natalie, I need you,” Lottie said. Her voice was something halfway between a whisper and a groan. She held Natalie against her chest as if she wanted to pull her directly inside her body.
“Come here then,” Natalie said, much more kindly than anything else she had said since they entered that room.
It took some shuffling around, but finally, Natalie sat upright in the bed with Lottie straddling her thighs and smirking as if she had just won the lottery or, considering who Lottie Matthews was, something much better than that.
Before Natalie could do much, Lottie took the opportunity to take Natalie’s bra off her too, leaving both of them completely naked, grazed only by the expensive softness of Lottie’s bedsheets.
“You good?” Natalie asked, fixing Lottie’s position on her lap, wrapping one arm around her waist to keep her steady and her other hand pressed against her navel, slowly sliding down.
“Please, Natalie,” Lottie said, looking down at her.
Natalie was mystified, the glow in Lottie’s dark eyes could’ve convinced her to do every terrible and wonderful thing her body was capable of and then some more. Somehow, Lottie wasn’t demanding anything cruel or extraordinary of her. She only wanted and hungered for Natalie, Natalie’s touch, Natalie’s love, genuine and harmless. Natalie was smiling when she touched Lottie again.
Lottie was even more ready for her than back when Natalie fucked her against the door of her bedroom. Just a few tentative touches, gentle slides of Natalie’s fingers against her wet lips, and Lottie’s hips were moving in search of more friction. Natalie was glad to indulge her. She moved her fingers faster and tilted her head upward to catch Lottie’s lips in a heated kiss. It was all too easy for Natalie’s finger to find Lottie’s entrance, and she followed the moan that Lottie slipped directly into her mouth, and she pushed her fingers in.
Natalie pressed two fingers inside her at once. She found no resistance, but the question on the tip of her tongue was answered beforehand by the whine that Lottie let out when she felt Natalie’s fingers inside her. Both of them stood still for a precious moment, letting Lottie adjust to the length of the fingers inside her once again, which was quite quick, if they were being honest with each other.
Natalie’s plans were once more hijacked by Lottie, who raised her fingers a little just to slide back down into Natalie’s hand. She started riding Natalie’s fingers, and all Natalie could do was stare in awe for a few moments. Then her free hand found Lottie’s face, she gripped her jaw, her fingertips pressing just a little too hard into Lottie’s skin, and she pulled her down for another kiss.
They worked in sync. Lottie riding Natalie’s finger and Natalie thrusting her fingers a little harder and harder with each movement. The sounds were driving both of them crazy, Lottie’s moans, Natalie’s groans, the collision of Natalie’s hands against Lottie’s wetness. Soon enough, Lottie couldn’t focus enough to keep kissing Natalie, which wasn’t exactly a problem for Natalie, who was perfectly content to hide her face against Lottie’s neck. She devoted herself to marking and teasing Lottie’s sensitive neck.
However, just when Natalie thought that Lottie was starting to shake in her arms, Lottie put a stop to it. This time Natalie wasn’t surprised to catch the other woman prolonging the moment as much as possible.
“Lie down,” Lottie said breathlessly. Natalie pulled back to meet her eyes, the ghost of a question in her eyes, but Lottie was unrelenting. “Lie down, Natalie,” she insisted. No more please , and the order only made Natalie smile.
Again, it took some shuffling on each other’s bodies. Natalie lay down and she felt her breath catch in her throat at the sight in front of her. Lottie was still sitting above her, looking taller and more divine than ever before. She was flushed, and sweating, and her chest rose and fell unsteadily, but her parted lips and bright eyes clearly showed her delight.
Natalie’s hand found the glorious place between Lottie’s legs once again, she teased her for a moment, just long enough to pry an impatient groan from Lottie. A second later, she was pushing inside her cunt at the same time that Lottie sank down into them.
If Natalie thought every other view of that night had been life-changing, she was promptly proved wrong. There was nothing like the sight of Lottie, long lines, taut muscles, and glistening skin moving steadily, a sinuous dance as she pushed herself up and down into Natalie’s fingers
The new rhythm they found, the pattern that Lottie set for herself, it was beyond addictive. Natalie wished, and knew that Lottie felt the same way, that it would last forever. She would be happy dying if that was the last thing she saw. She would be happy living forever if she could get to see this again and again. She couldn’t remember anything else but this. Lottie had succeeded. Natalie couldn’t focus on anything else about their lives and their world, anything but Lottie Matthews eagerly riding her fingers.
Again, Natalie noticed Lottie’s thighs trembling. She felt her getting wetter, she could feel her walls tightening around her fingers. Lottie had made an effort the entire night to savor every moment, every touch, and every second. Natalie could try to help her with her.
“Lot?” she said, interrupting the symphony of Lottie’s greedy little gasps. “Come here.”
“What?” Lottie sighed, looking genuinely pained to halt her movements, but apparently deciding that she wouldn’t be able to make sense of Natalie’s words if she continued her movement. So she stopped, but keeping Natalie’s fingers buried deep within her, which was a new kind of distraction, a new wonderful feeling.
Besides, Natalie wasn’t kind enough to resist the temptation of doing her best to move her fingers, caressing and pressing against Lottie’s walls to the best of her abilities. She was so fascinated by the sound of Lottie’s whine of pleasure that she nearly forgot what she had planned. But it wasn’t just because of Lottie, if Natalie was honest. She also wanted it, she wanted it so fucking much.
“Come here, Lottie,” Natalie insisted, her mouth-watering in expectation. “Sit on my face, come on.”
In a way, it was as if she had kicked Lottie in the stomach. Just the words made Lottie moan and double over in pleasure instead of pain. She placed her hands on Natalie’s shoulders and held on tightly. She shivered, her hips bucked against Natalie’s hand, probably by accident. She closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing, probably soothing her body to find the strength to keep going longer. Natalie didn’t mind, she was absolutely content to just watch her in the meantime, to feel Lottie’s hair tickling her naked body and counting Lottie’s eyelashes resting on top of her cheekbones.
Then, in the blink of an eye, Lottie was back in action. She opened her fiery brown eyes, she leaned further down to steal a passionate kiss, something deep and unashamed in her lust. After leaving Natalie breathless, Lottie started moving, first letting Natalie’s finger slip out of her, and inching closer to her head.
“You sure?” Lottie asked, almost kind enough to disguise her desperate craving. Almost.
“I want you, Matthews. So fucking bad,” Natalie said slowly, and she was smirking when she added, “And I think you know that.”
Lottie smiled knowingly. Of course she knew. Even before she decided to lead Natalie into her bedroom that night.
Natalie gulped nervously and licked her lips as she waited for Lottie to reach her. She felt her heart race and her hands shake slightly as if she were the one to get something out of this. She actually was.
Finally, finally , Lottie positioned herself right above Natalie. She looked down at her, and her eyes were overflowing with affection and desire and myriad more things that Natalie wasn’t in the right state of mind to overanalyze. Besides, she didn’t have the time. Lottie slowly lowered herself toward her face, and Natalie was all too happy to meet her halfway there, leaning up to latch her mouth to Lottie’s cunt. Having tasted her from Lottie’s tongue after fucking had already been something exhilarating for Natalie, and she had known that it would only open her appetite.
They settled down quickly. Lottie had already been on the edge for a while. Just kneeling down for Natalie had worked her up considerably. Natalie’s fingers had already set her on fire. She knew this wouldn’t take long, and her desperation to savor it made her noticeably more unabashed. Natalie swore that the sounds Lottie was making would drive her mad, or at least to a new orgasm with Lottie doing nothing but grind her cunt into Natalie’s welcoming lips and hungry tongue.
At first, Natalie tried to eat Lottie’s pussy more thoroughly than anything she had done before. She put everything she had into it, and she got the rewards of Lottie’s sultry moans, the movements of her hips, and the wetness spreading around Natalie’s lips. However, Lottie was nearly overstimulated, her entire body trembling now and then, her praises turned into nearly unintelligible curses and nothing but Natalie’s name, and eventually only breathless gasps. Eventually, she didn’t need anything from Natalie but to keep her in place. Her hands found purchase in Natalie’s hair, and she moved her hips frantically, at her own pace, rendering Natalie’s work unnecessary. All Natalie could offer was the muscle of her tongue hitting Lottie in just the right place, as Lottie continued to grind into her. Harder. Faster. More desperate. Until her movements stuttered. Until her lips parted. Until her thighs clenched around Natalie’s head and she came, screaming Natalie’s name.
Lottie struggled to breathe, she let out some small whines still while Natalie helped ease her down from her high and make a half-hearted attempt at cleaning something that only a hot shower could take from them. That could wait though.
Unsteadily, Lottie moved herself off Natalie and toward the head of the bed. She lay against the pillow, and briefly closed her eyes. She took a few deep breaths and Natalie observed her mesmerized, and a little too proud because she had never seen Lottie lose her composure just like that. Lottie looked completely and thoroughly wrecked, and Natalie vowed to herself that it wouldn’t be the last time she got her like that.
Slowly, Lottie opened her eyes and offered Natalie a discreet, playful smile.
“Come here,” Lottie whispered.
For all the times Natalie had defied her in their youth, she found she quite enjoyed following Lottie’s requests in the present day.
Natalie felt just as exhausted and satisfied. She wasn’t interested in doing much more than crawling up the bed just enough to rest her head on Lottie’s stomach. After a few seconds, Natalie felt Lottie’s finger running through her hair. It was blissful and soothing, and it would soon put Natalie to sleep, but she couldn’t shake the suspicion that those fingers had finally given up their beloved rings, just for the pleasure of playing with Natalie’s hair without creating any tangles. The way that Lottie finished giving up the last parts of her armors, not for fucking Natalie, but for taking care of her, it made Natalie nearly choke on the vulnerable feeling bubbling in her throat.
“This will change everything,” Lottie whispered, sounding half asleep, and half like the version that Natalie liked the least.
“Don’t tell my cryptic shit after sex, Lottie. That can wait until morning,” Natalie groaned.
Because her words successfully pulled Lottie out of whatever mystical mood she had been about to fall into, because she playfully tugged on Natalie’s hair and laughed sweetly at the words, Natalie rewarded her with a kiss against the warm skin of her navel. Lottie hummed contentedly, but Natalie knew it was only a matter of time before Lottie would eventually call her again, pull her up and, against all odds, knock down all her defenses again and hold her through the night. All things considered, Natalie was looking forward to it.