Kyna climbed on top of Katie on all fours, smiling. She leaned forward and kissed her, and then she cupped her heavy right breast and lifted it so that she could suck her nipple and flick it with the tip of her tongue. She did the same with her left nipple, and then slowly she began to inch her way downwards, kissing Katie’s stomach and her navel and her hips, touching the nerves that made her jump.

‘Do you know what you are?’ Katie murmured, sliding her fingers into Kyna’s blonde hair and massaging her scalp. ‘You’re a bhrionglóid fíor – a dream come true.’

Kyna lifted her head and smiled at her. ‘And you… I thought you were an aisling the first minute I set eyes on you. A dream, and nothing less.’

She lowered her head again and opened Katie’s thighs wider so that she could lick her anus. Katie closed her eyes and gripped the patchwork bedspread with both hands. After a while, Kyna poked her tongue inquisitively into her vagina, which was already wet and slippery, and then her urethra. When she started to lick her clitoris, Katie couldn’t stop herself from shuddering, and letting out a little whimper. She wanted to say something, she wanted to tell Kyna that she had never felt anything as wonderful as this, but she was concentrating so hard on the rising tension between her legs that she couldn’t remember how to speak.

While she was continuing to lick her, Kyna twisted off the silver Celtic knot ring from her right middle finger and dropped it on to the bedspread. Then she pressed all five fingertips of her right hand closely together, so that it formed the shadow-play shape of a duck’s head. With her left hand she parted the lips of Katie’s vulva as wide as she could, and slowly worked her whole right hand up into her vagina, as far as the silver-link bracelet on her wrist.

Katie went into a spasm that made her hips bounce up and down on the bed. She thought that the whole bedroom had gone dark and was collapsing in on her, from all sides. She saw stars whirling in circles and she felt as if her insides were violently rippling and would never stop.

Gradually, though, the rippling subsided and when she opened her eyes she saw that the room was still lit by the two bedside lamps. She lifted up her head and saw that Kyna was sitting up now, with a look on her face like a mischievous angel. Katie’s thighs were still wide apart and Kyna’s hand was still buried inside her.

‘You fit like a glove,’ Kyna whispered. ‘I wish I could keep my hand in here for ever.’

Slowly, though, she drew it out, her fingers all shiny. Katie sat up and kissed her.

‘Now it’s my turn,’ Katie told her.