Page 99 of One Golden Summer

“Oh, yes,” Saffron moaned.

Kirsty didn’t let up.

A shiver worked its way through Saffron, her hips rocking upwards. Kirsty rubbed hers into Saffron, the women moving as one, Saffron clawing Kirsty’s back, not wanting their connection to break, but there was one problem.

“This needs to come off!” Saffron ripped Kirsty’s shirt over her head. “I need to feel your skin against mine.”

Kirsty stared down into Saffron’s eyes. “Better?”

“Halfway.”

Kirsty laughed. “Patience, darling.”

Saffron jerked her hip into Kirsty with palpable need.

“So bossy.” Kirsty winked and leaned down, taking the neglected nipple into her mouth, staying long enough to make it hard, but not wanting to tip Saffron into desperation.

Kirsty began her journey down, her mouth meandering from one freckle to the next as if following them like sailors seeking a port.

The trail left Saffron aflame with desire, her fingers digging into Kirsty’s shoulders and back, all the while her mouth and tongue continued the trek.

Every nerve ending in Saffron’s body lit up and she sank her body deeper into the mattress, unable to control her writhing, a growl escaping.

“You sound a bit hoarse. Do you need a glass of wine? I can pop downstairs.” Kirsty gripped the top of Saffron’s trousers.

“Don’t you dare leave me like this,” Saffron demanded.

“Like what?” Kirsty undid the top button, but made a show of not continuing without more instruction.

“I need you, not...” Saffron’s mind went blank.

“Come on, use your words. What do you need?” Kirsty lowered Saffron’s trousers.

“You seem to know.” Saffron gave Kirsty a suggestive look.

Kirsty stopped, with the trousers only halfway down.

“This is so unfair.” Saffron took a deep breath.

“From my viewpoint, it’s so fucking amazing. You’re underneath me, begging. You are begging, aren’t you?”

“It seems I have to.”

Kirsty ran her tongue up Saffron’s inside right thigh, stopping on the scarlet knickers. “Poor you. Such torture.”

“Please.” Saffron swallowed, her body aching with desire. “Don’t stop.”

Kirsty removed the trousers. “See how easy that was?”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Saffron eyed her knickers.

“I’m rather enjoying seeing them on you.” Kirsty lowered the top enough to permit her teeth to rake pubic hair. “However, it’d be such a disappointment not to be able to taste you.”

“I agree. P-please do that,” she stuttered.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Kirsty slipped one finger under the silk, seeking the slippery surface of Saffron’s outer lips. Going up. And then down. Again and again, until her finger was wet. Then she carefully eased it out and sampled the goods, never breaking eye contact with Saffron.

Saffron’s chest hitched. “You’re killing me.”