Britney's breath hitched as Charlotte's fingers traced the line of her collarbone, her touch feather-light yet electric. Valentina moved behind her, pressing close enough that Britney could feel the heat radiating from her body through the thin fabric of her dress.
"You're trembling," Charlotte murmured, her lips brushing the shell of Britney's ear. "We can stop—"
"No," Britney breathed, surprising herself. Her hands found purchase on Charlotte's waist, anchoring herself. "I just... need you to show me."
Valentina's laugh was a dark, velvet sound as she reached around to slowly unzip Britney's dress. The fabric slid down her shoulders with a whisper, pooling at her feet. Moonlight traced the newly exposed skin, highlighting the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
Charlotte's gaze dropped, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Gorgeous," she breathed, her thumbs hooking under the straps of Britney's bra.
