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Blood pounded in Danni’s veins, a shot of heat went through her core, with trembling fingers, she pulled at the delicate underwear in front of her, almost tearing it in the heat of desperation. Finally, she yanked it to one side, pushing her hands between Eleanor’s legs, cupping her buttocks with her hands, and pulling her in, burying her face in the earthy, rich, wetness of Eleanor.

Eleanor groaned and Danni’s tongue began to move, began to lick and lap at the round hardness she found between Eleanor’s legs, dipping down into her wetness, then coming back up. Eleanor’s hands came down, somehow tangled themselves in Danni’s hair, and Danni pressed in harder, moving her tongue faster, unsure how all this was happening so quickly, but praying to any god that was listening not to let it end.

“Oh God,” Eleanor moaned.

Danni felt her tensing, felt her thigh muscles hardening, felt her hips pushing up against her tongue, felt a pulsing and then a great release as Eleanor cried out into the night and pushed Danni’s face hard against her and shuddered so hard that Danni thought she might fall.

Only when there was complete stillness and the only sound was Eleanor’s rough breathing, did Danni finally move, leaning back, her lips full of Eleanor and raising an eyebrow.

“Well, Princess,” she began.

But Eleanor was pulling at her, yanking her back up, pulling her in and pressing her lips against Danni’s until Danni could barely breathe, until she barely wanted to breathe.

It took everything she had to pull back. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” she said.

“I’ve been wanting it for a long time,” Eleanor said. Her hair was starting to come down, a tress caressing her chin. “And we are far from done.”

Already, Eleanor’s hands were at Danni’s waist, reaching for the button to her trousers.

“Oh no, Princess,” Danni grinned. “We’re not fucking in the farmyard like animals. At least not again.”

Eleanor grabbed the waistband of Danni’s trousers and twisted it, exerting an exquisite pressure that made Danni hiss in air over her teeth. “Do you make the rules around here?” she asked.

“No, ma’am,” said Danni, feeling her heart beat between her legs.

“Then you’ll do what you’re damn well told,” said Eleanor, her lips millimeters away from Danni’s. “Clear?”

“As day,” muttered Danni, desperate now for contact, desperate to move just that little bit closer, but unwilling to disobey Eleanor.

“Follow me.”

Eleanor turned and stalked away and Danni followed like a puppy, wondering how far she’d have to go, how long she’d have to wait, and knowing that the second Eleanor touched her she was likely to explode.

They made it as far as the barn.

The barn with its sweet smell of hay.

And then Eleanor was turning, pulling Danni in close again, wrapping her fingers in Danni’s hair and kissing her until neither one of them could breathe, and Danni was reaching back, fiddling for the zip to Eleanor’s dress, and pulling it down, shrugging the dress off her shoulders, leaving her pale skin exposed to the warmth of the night.

Eleanor was unbuttoning Danni’s pants and Danni thought she might die from anticipation but then thought that maybe this was the best part. Except it wasn’t. Not by a long shot.

She pulled off her jacket, throwing it down onto the hay as a makeshift blanket, as Eleanor unzipped her trousers and Danni kicked off her shoes and then Eleanor was fiddling with the buttons on Danni’s shirt and Danni was stepping out of her trousers, and then there they both were. Eleanor naked in the moonlight except those infuriating knickers, and Danni clad only in an unbuttoned shirt.

And the sight of Eleanor, her curves, her body, was more than Danni could take, she was pushing her down, bending to her as she lay on top of the dark jacket on the sweet-smelling hay. And then she was straddling her, feeling the firmness of her body between her legs, feeling the softness of her belly as she pressed her wetness against it.

“Sure?” she asked, looking up and into Eleanor’s eyes.

“Still sure,” Eleanor said. “You?”

“You’re kidding?”

“Not in the slightest,” said Eleanor, stirring so that she pushed slightly against Danni’s center.

Danni groaned, grinding herself down onto Eleanor’s body, her breath coming in short, hot gasps. “Please,” she said, just the one word.

And Eleanor was reaching down, sliding her hand between her body and Danni’s center, and then slipping long fingers inside her, letting Danni press down and ride against her hand, letting the pressure build up and up until Danni was certain she was going to explode.

There was a short moment of perfect stillness and then it happened, a flash-flood of sensation that made Danni screw her eyes up tight and hold her breath so that the feelings could overtake her and wash over her and leave her breathless and spent until she collapsed next to Eleanor, feeling her slide her fingers out and hum in satisfaction.