Fen mumbled something under her breath. Her hand came down to Pat’s head, and Pat leaned in and ran her tongue up the length of her cunny, then over the nub again, and then set to work. It felt so animal to be licking like this, or at least natural. Unfettered, unrestrained, without concern for any rules except the one that said Fen should have whatever she wanted. The taste of Fen filled her mouth. Her hand was clamped in Pat’s hair, her hips rocking to push her cunny against Pat’s tongue, and Pat lavished her with all the adoration she could, with finger and tongue and free hand kneading her perfect, plump buttock, until Fen gave a shrill gasp and Pat felt her muscles, inside and out, contract violently. She couldn’t help a tiny moan herself, muffled by Fen’s skin, as Fen thrashed and clutched her hair, and finally sagged back onto the mattress with a shuddering sigh.

Pat carefully withdrew her hand, wiped her mouth, and crawled up the bed to lie by her. Fen’s lips were bee-stung, dark red, her eyelids heavy. She looked wanton, thoroughly pleasured, utterly irresistible. Her dark nipples were peaked too. Pat captured a breast with a hand and ran a thumb very lightly over the tight point. Fen squeaked, and snuggled up into her arms.

“You look wonderful,” Pat said. “That was right?”

“It was outstanding,” Fen said. “And considering that was, what, only your second time of trying, do you know what that tells us?”

“No?”

“I’m a better teacher than you.”

She looked so delightfully smug that Pat was forced to kiss her before pointing out, “Or I’m an apter pupil.”

“Pish tosh.” She ran a hand down Pat’s back, over her bottom. “Goodness, that was lovely. I hope you appreciate my restraint. Left to myself, I should have made enough noise to wake the dead.”

“Thank God you didn’t.”

Fen gave her a raised eyebrow that would have suited a dowager duchess. Pat clapped a hand to her mouth. “I meant, thank God you didn’t make noise. Not—”

“Yes, but we wouldn’t have wanted that either, in fairness.” She pushed Pat gently on to her back. “Your turn to be very, very quiet indeed. Do you think you can manage it?”

“Of course.”

Fen’s eyes glittered like diamonds in the candlelight. “Would you care to put a wager on that?”

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER TWELVE

At nine o’clock that night, Pat would have been surprised to hear that she’d sleep a wink. As it was, she passed out somewhere past midnight, Fen curled against her like a cat and purring with satiated pleasure, and was startled to open her eyes to light. Not a lot of light, because the rain was still coming down in sheets outside, but at least it was normal rain, not yesterday’s driving torrents. It would pass soon.