by Haley Cass
Sutton pulled away, pushing herself up to sit right across from her.
“We don’t have to have kids,” Sutton said, her voice firm and Charlotte could hear the longing in the mere word. Her hands down Charlotte’s arms to settle in her palms. “But if this fear is what’s holding you back, then… we can go slow. I just need you to talk to me,” she finished with a plea.
She slid her hands out from under Sutton’s, cupping her wife’s jaw and tugging her in pressing a lingering, soft kiss to her mouth. Sutton’s skin was so warm under her fingertips and it was their first proper kiss all day long and god, she hadn’t realized how much she needed it.
“I promise,” she whispered as they pulled back, pressing their foreheads together as she felt those pieces of her that had been in utter unrest settle into their proper place.
“Now,” Sutton breathed, her eyes closed as her forehead nudged into Charlotte’s. “Can we lay down? Because I couldn’t even pretend to get comfortable in the guest bed. And maybe… we could talk more about this tomorrow?”
“Yes, darling.” She could hear the relief in her own voice and it only mirrored a small fraction of what felt broken wide open and vulnerable inside of her. “Tomorrow sounds good.”
She dipped her head to press another kiss against Sutton’s lips, to get another quick taste and that feeling, before Sutton laid back in their bed.
She grabbed Charlotte’s hand to tug her down as well. Not that it took much convincing, really.
She pressed her cheek to Sutton’s chest, stroking her hand over her hip. Before she slowly slid over that soft, warm skin so that her fingertips brushed over her lower stomach. A baby. She turned her face enough to press a kiss to Sutton’s shoulder softly, breathing her in, as she stroked her fingertips over her stomach again.
“I think having a little you would be…” She trailed off, her hushed voice breaking into the night, narrowing her eyes as she pictured it, pictured that little baby with bright red hair and those blue eyes. And if there was anything good in this world, they would light up the same way Sutton’s did when she laughed. “Better than words can describe.”
The muscles in Sutton’s stomach flexed under her hand as she felt Sutton inhale deeply. “Really?” The hope in her voice was unmistakable.
The niggling worry inside of her didn’t disappear completely, but it was quieter now. “Really.”
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People’s Exclusive First Look!
27 Jan 2028
Charlotte and Spencer Thompson have been notoriously tight-lipped regarding their daughter since her birth last April. People has the exclusive first official pictures released to the public and interview with the new parents.
People: With so many incredible women in your lives, was your daughter’s name inspired by anyone in particular?
S: Actually, no. We spent the months leading up to her being born disagreeing about names. It started becoming a game – the first thing we would say when we saw one another every day was a new name.
And we would just laugh and move on, because we could never agree one on that seemed just right.
C: Then one day while we were watching TV, we heard Madelyn and just – looked at each other. That was it.
S: We actually did plan to give her the middle name Elizabeth, after Charlotte’s grandmother, originally. But ended up going with Regan, after our best friend.
People: Interesting choice. I sense a story there?
C: God, is there ever. Madelyn was determined to make her mark on this world –
S: Just like her mother.
C: [laughing] Okay, fine, I will accept responsibility for that.
Anyway, she wasn’t due for three weeks and I was in a conference in D.C. but she went into labor early.
S: God, it was terrifying. My mom was supposed to be here and Charlotte had cleared out of city travel for two weeks before. My best
friend rushed me to the hospital and, well, Madelyn did not want to wait. So she was with me through the delivery.
People: You weren’t there?
C: I arrived just in time, actually.
S: She crashed into the room, chased by security, looking absolutely crazed –
C: There was a cab driver outside parked half on the sidewalk who made a hefty tip that day. When I remembered to send someone out to pay him. For the next one, I’m not leaving the city for an entire month beforehand.
S: [staring at Charlotte] The next one?
C: [grinning] Yeah. The next one.
Part 6
“God, yes, d-don’t stop,” she panted the words out into the darkness of their bedroom, her back arching as Charlotte thrust even harder into her.
Fuck, her wife used a strap-on like it was a seamless extension of her body, and Sutton wasn’t even quite sure she could feel her legs anymore, her mouth falling open as pleasure screamed through her body.
Her nails dug hard into her wife’s back and she still had just enough presence of mind to register Charlotte’s deep groan against her neck. Before she bit down against her, right where her neck met her shoulder, the spot that her wife always seemed to come back to. The slight pain flashed white behind her eyes, only making her throb even more, needing Charlotte to take her harder.
Charlotte’s hands gripped at where Sutton’s knees were locked around her hips, pushing them back so she could thrust even deeper and –
The moan that broke from her mouth at the shifting angle came from somewhere deep inside of her, somewhere that could only feel as Charlotte’s hands fell onto the pillow on either side of her head, her body laying over Sutton’s, and her wife’s hard nipples rubbing against her own sent shockwaves through her body right to her clit.
Her wife’s mouth closed hot around her earlobe, before she felt her teeth bite down, and Sutton swore her entire body was on fire. The groan she let out into her ear was deep and needy and the knowledge that she was so wet Sutton knew she was dripping onto her thighs even though she also knew it wasn’t enough friction for her to come.
“I love this,” Charlotte’s voice was so low and raspy in her ear, and her hips jerked harder against the slim ones pounding into her at the sound of it.
“I could feel you like this, mm, a thousand times and it’ll never be enough.”
She clenched tighter, her toes curling, and there was no way in the world that she would be able to stop the desperate moans she could feel more than hear leaving the back of her throat.
She was so close, so close, “So close,” she gasped, raking her nails down Charlotte’s back, her hips straining up against Charlotte’s even as Charlotte’s hips started to snap against her, before pressing in and, “Ch-Charlo…tte,” her voice trembled with the white hot heat that was ratcheting
up inside of her, pulling everything tighter and tighter, her legs starting to shake.
Yes, yes, god yes, the way Charlotte slid into her deeply, grinding their hips together, was just what she – just what she needed. The perfect way, the way she needed to come, before Charlotte’s hand slid between them, and everything inside of Sutton trembled on the brink, knowing what was going to happen.
The second Charlotte’s thumb brushed over her clit, her back bowed sharply, her mouth falling open as the heat that coiled so tightly inside of her burst out, and all she could feel was pleasure.
She swore that she whited out from it, the blood rushing in her ears, while her body throbbed and she could hardly breathe. Her hips arched hard off the bed, pressing up into Charlotte’s, wrapping her arms as tight as she could around her to steady herself, letting herself get swept away.
Sutton couldn’t be sure but she knew it was actual minutes later when she fully came back to herself.
Actual minutes, before she was left panting to catch her breath her limbs feeling so heavy and full like they always did after sex. She whined softly in the back of her throat when she felt Charlotte slowly, gently pull out of her, leaving her pleasantly sated and sore.
Her eyes closed, taking in the immediate aftermath feeling, for only a few moments before she heard the dull thud that was unmistakably her wife taking off the strap-on. And blue eyes fluttered open to see Charlotte crawling back toward her on the bed.
There was a flush over her skin, gorgeous and luminous even in the dark room, her eyes dark and hungry and when she was close enough Sutton could see that her hand was very nearly shaking from how aroused she knew she was. She knew how worked up Charlotte got from fucking her like that; because she knew exactly how aroused she got when fucking Charlotte the same way.
The only difference was that the pressure against her clit and the rush of taking Charlotte over like that – and knowing that Charlotte wanted her to take over – made Sutton come.
She barely had her energy back, but she needed to make Charlotte come. She wanted to taste her, to feel her, to hear her fall apart, and she reached out for her. “Come up here.”
All she had to do was gesture for Charlotte to know exactly what she meant. She shuffled down a bit on the bed, adjusting her neck and hair before nodding at Charlotte, feeling ravenous for the taste of her.
The nod was all Charlotte needed for encouragement, before she kneeled on either side of Sutton’s head. God she didn’t think that feeling of being surrounded by those soft thighs would ever not be the most arousing feeling in the world. “You’re soaked,” she murmured, both teasing and amazed as she licked her lips at the wetness that had, indeed, dripped onto her wife’s thighs.
“Of course,” Charlotte sighed, before a whine worked out of her throat. “I need you so much, I’m so close already.”
The need in her voice made Sutton groan herself. “Hold onto the headboard,” she whispered.
She stroked her hands up the outside of Charlotte’s legs, feeling the trembling in her muscles, before she landed on those perfectly curved hips, holding her firmly for only a moment, before she pulled her down, attaching her mouth immediately to her hard clit, sucking firmly, before laving it with her tongue.
Blue eyes stayed open, staring up Charlotte’s body to take in the utterly perfect way her back snapped back in an arch, her head thrown back with her mouth open in a silent scream. She could feel the laboring in her wife’s breath already, as her hands tightened against the headboard.
Charlotte’s hips moved without any encouragement, already jerky as Sutton stroked her with her tongue, moaning against her and reveling in the way the reverberations moved through Charlotte’s body.
The thighs around her ears were already shaking, muffling the sounds falling from her wife’s mouth into the room around them, and she tightened her hold, knowing just how much Charlotte liked it.
She slid her mouth down, licking into her entrance, pressing her tongue into Charlotte. The taste of her coated her mouth, her chin, her neck, and she whimpered at the feeling, needing to cross her own legs despite still feeling how well Charlotte had made her come.
Charlotte’s hips started shaking, the walls around her tongue clenching harder, and even though the sounds were muffled, she knew Charlotte was panting out her name on repeat now. It lit her up like a match, needing to make Charlotte come for her, into her mouth.
She moved back up, taking Charlotte’s clit between her lips and sucking with just the pressure she knew Charlotte loved, feeling the way her pussy clenched harder. Scratching her nails down shaking thighs, she dug in harder, moaning and flicking her tongue faster and faster over the hard nub, until Charlotte’s hips jerked once, twice, and a third time pressed hard down into her as her head snapped forward on a groan.
She held the eye contact with Charlotte as she came, dripping into Sutton’s mouth. Her shaking intensified before slowly coming to a stop, her breath panting into the room around them.
Carefully, knowing how sensitive her wife was, she slid her mouth down, licking around her as she felt Charlotte catch her breath above her, a dazed smile on her lips. Her hands fell from the headboard, stroking softly over the top of her head before she pushed off Sutton. Just enough to collapse next to her on the bed.
Sutton felt somewhat in a daze herself for a few long minutes, the blood rushing so pleasantly in her ears while she felt like her entire body was singing still – now feeling both lethargic and swimming with energy –
and she hummed out a breath as she reached out to stroke her hand over Charlotte’s back, just to feel her close.
Her fingertips moved over her wife’s soft skin, able to feel the way her heart was still pounding in her chest, as she languidly stretched. “I still don’t think I can feel my legs.”
“Mm,” Charlotte’s voice rumbled in her chest, a little raspy even as the self-satisfaction in her tone was so clear. “That was the goal, darling."
“I didn’t realize my being published would make you want to ravish me so much,” she meant to tease, but the reality of the words still amazed her.
“I always want to ravish you. But what can I say?” Her grin turned sharp, the gleam in her eyes setting Sutton on fire as if she hadn’t seen it thousands of times by now in their life together.
She pushed up to her side, running her eyes over her wife’s body, taking in the gentle arch of her back, the flaring of her hips, the way her hair was tousled and messy over her shoulder. Light brown eyes glinted up at her with the smirk she saw on her wife’s face more often than not.
Sutton was years beyond embarrassment at seeing Charlotte in her naked glory or being utterly bare in front of her in turn. She grinned indulgently down at her, the joy of the day still hardly sinking in.
Charlotte sighed, lightly and sated, before she pushed herself up to sit.
Simultaneously, she reached one hand out behind her to find the water bottle she always kept next to the bed while the other pulled the sheet around her to ward off any possible chill in their bedroom.
Blue eyes traced over Charlotte’s flushed cheeks as she sipped, and she knew in this moment that she was the luckiest woman in the country, if not the world.
Charlotte quirked an eyebrow as she handed her the water. “What are you smiling at?”
She accepted it, rubbing the lukewarm bottle between her hands.
“Nothing. Just… I’m happy,” she shook her head, her hair tickling a bit as it brushed against her back, as she took a long sip.
“Me too,” Charlotte winked, before she leaned forward, the enthusiasm written all over her absolutely buzzing. “Now, tell me. Exactly what happened tonight.”
“I tried to do that when I came home,” she teased, kicking her foot out enough as she tugged their comforter over herself to nudge her wife’s leg.
“Someone got us distracted.”
Charlotte waved her hand in the air as if sweeping away her statement.
“Okay, so I may have been a bit… eager,” she settled on, pursing her lips.
“But in fairness to myself, you walked in the door, looking absolutely delicious in your dress, before telling me that your novel was going to be published. I want all of the details now.”
The look in Charlotte’s eyes was absolutely unrepentant and made her stomach pleasantly dip, knowing how incredibly fortunate they were that they could be married for eight years and that she still felt like this.
Still she scoffed, because that really had been about all she’d been able to say before her wife had somewhat pounced on her. But Sutton had had so much energy rolling off of herself in that moment, that she’d responded in equal fervor.
She took another sip of water. “First things first – how were the girls tonight?”
It was a very rare evening when Sutton wasn’t home to put their daughters to bed and it was also one of her favorite times with the girls.
Madelyn, with her bright eyes and mischievous smile that somehow looked more like Charlotte’s than her own in spite of genetics. Though she wasn’t yet five, she was already becoming a master of talking her way into
extra bedtime stories. And Sutton loved sitting on her daughter’
s plush horse-themed quilt and weaving together stories for her.
And now that Ellie was two, she was old enough to sit in either her or Charlotte’s lap and actually listen to the tales as well. Her participation in bedtime was quieter than Madelyn’s – golden brown-green eyes always blinking up in quiet attention as she cuddled close to whomever she was sitting with.
Charlotte’s smile was immediate and so warm, it made everything inside of her melt. “Well, I held off on telling Madelyn three stories; she only talked her way into two tonight. And Wolfie’s foot is probably going to have to be sewed on again.” Her voice was tinged with amusement at the mention of Ellie’s stuffed wolf whose left leg had needed surgery last year.
“I did my best to keep him together for the night, but your sewing skill is going to be a necessity.”
The love that shined through whenever their daughters were involved, even when she was utterly exasperated, sometimes still baffled Sutton that Charlotte had questioned how amazing a mother she would be.
“And I was informed by both girls that while mama has the better stories, your voices simply don’t compare to mine,” she tossed in, throwing her hair back in playful victory.
Sutton didn’t have to be home earlier to know that Charlotte had probably cajoled and tickled both girls until they gasped out unapologetic apologies for the joking “who has better bedtime stories” debate that had been going on since Madelyn was old enough to understand what bedtime stories were.
She narrowed her eyes. “We’ll see about that tomorrow.”
Charlotte hummed, before tugging the blanket tighter around her shoulders, eyes gleaming. “Now, tell me, darling. The meeting.”
The excitement that had been paired with nerves for the last couple of weeks leading up to the meeting returned with a vengeance, and she shook her head before she reached up to draw her hands through her hair. “I don’t even know where to begin…”
She really didn’t.
In truth, she hadn’t really planned on this happening until it all just seemed to be happening. Everything about her novel had been rather unexpected.