Charlotte's POV
We went to a charming restaurant that was nestled within the beautiful resort we were staying at. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, with soft lighting and a delightful menu that promised a wonderful dining experience. It was a special occasion, as Kimi had taken me out for a day of shopping to celebrate my birthday, and I was filled with excitement and gratitude as we enjoyed our meal together.
Throughout the day, we wandered from shop to shop, exploring the various boutiques and finding treasures that caught our eyes. While Kimi perused the racks, I couldn't help but notice her picking up an item that seemed to be lingerie. It appeared delicate and alluring, yet I chose to keep my curiosity to myself and didn't want to make her uncomfortable by asking about it. After all, it was my special day, and I wanted to focus on enjoying every moment spent together.
Once we wrapped up our shopping spree, which was filled with laughter and playful banter, we made our way back to our room. I carefully placed all of the shopping bags on the floor, stacking them neatly, while Kimi took one particular bag and headed into the bathroom. As she disappeared behind the door, I quietly pulled out a bottle of wine that I had discreetly stashed away. With a smile on my face, I poured myself a generous glass and took a sip, savoring the rich, fruity flavors.
Just moments later, Kimi emerged from the bathroom, and my heart skipped a beat. I quickly directed my gaze towards her, unable to contain my surprise. She stood there in a stunning red lace lingerie set, the fabric hugging her curves perfectly and accentuating her beauty. The bold color contrasted beautifully with her skin, and she looked absolutely captivating. I was so taken aback by her appearance that I suddenly choked on the wine I had been sipping, some of it nearly spilling over as I struggled to regain my composure.
Kimi's POV
I was fidgeting nervously, my hands growing clammy as Charlotte's gaze bore into me with an intensity that both thrilled and unnerved me. The anticipation hanging in the air was almost palpable, and I felt every pulse of my heartbeat in my fingertips. Suddenly, Charlotte lost her composure, choking on her drink—perhaps it was a combination of surprise and excitement at seeing me. Reacting instinctively, I rushed over to her, my hand gently rubbing her back in a comforting gesture, hoping to ease her discomfort.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally regained her breath, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she took my hand in hers, holding it firmly as if anchoring both of us in the moment.
"You are damn gorgeous," she said, her voice dripping with admiration as her eyes scanned my body from head to toe, lingering on every detail as if she were memorizing me entirely.
"Thanks," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, but it came out in a low tone, my vulnerability laid bare. "Thought I'd surprise you."
"And you did," she murmured, a smile spreading across her face that lit up her features and sent a rush of warmth through me.
I felt my cheeks flush at her words; the compliment made my heart race, and I was acutely aware of how my body responded to her presence. As if drawn together by an unseen force, her hand slipped from mine and came to rest on my waist, fingers gently pressing against my skin, igniting a spark of electricity between us.
In one swift motion, she pulled me closer, and before I knew it, I found myself landing on top of her, our positions reversed as she cleverly flipped me onto my back sprawled on the bed. The gentle pressure of her weight against me sent a thrill down my spine, and I gasped slightly as she pressed her lips against my neck.
The sensation of her kisses traveled through my body like waves, and when she found that sweet spot—an area that made my back arch instinctively—something primal and uncontrollable bubbled up from within me, causing a low moan to escape my lips. The sound surprised me, and I quickly brought my hand to cover my mouth, not wanting to make too much noise or break the intimate connection we were sharing in that moment.
"I want to hear your sweet moans, princess," she said softly, her tone both teasing and sultry, as she deftly removed my hand from my mouth, her fingers brushing against my skin, leaving me yearning for more. The invitation in her voice was intoxicating, pulling me further into the whirlwind of desire and passion that enveloped us both.