Seven only had to
hear the first half of the suggestion, to act. She
pushed Kathryn aside, and rose from the couch.
Leaning down, she placed one hand around the other
woman’s back, and one under her knees and lifted her
effortlessly. Seven carried her precious burden into
the bedroom where stopped on the threshold and
stared at the bed. It was folded down, as an
invitation, she surmised, and tea lights were
burning everywhere, rendering the room a mysterious
ambiance. There was no other light on, not even
starlight, since the curtains were drawn. A
fragrance filled the air discreetly, and it took her
a while to realise it was the scent of Kathryn’s
perfume, mixed with something else.
Roses?
“Do you like it?”
Kathryn asked, her voice a mere whisper.
“It is
aesthetically pleasing to several of my senses.”
Seven put Kathryn down by the side of the bed. She
placed her hands on her lover’s hips and began
sliding the panties off. To her relief, Kathryn was
also showing the same copious moisture. So it is
normal after all. Kneeling on the floor, she
pushed the silk off Kathryn’s feet and then looked
up along her body. “You are beautiful.”
“So beauty is no
longer irrelevant?”
“No. Not in this
instant. Not from a purely selfish point of view.
Your beauty does things to me, induces new feelings
that I have yet to explore.”
Kathryn tilted her
head, cupping the back of Seven’s head with both
hands. “Then explore. Touch me.”
Making the most of
the invitation, Seven simply leaned forward and
kissed the auburn curls covering Kathryn’s sex.
Enticed by the scent, and how the strands, slightly
more course than the ones on Kathryn’s head, tickled
her chin, she reached up to part the slick folds.
“God, Seven. If
you’re going to do that, I need to lie down.”
Seven believed
her. Kathryn’s legs trembled visibly, so she nudged
her backward, onto the bed. When Kathryn was on her
back, Seven searched her memory for the most
favourable position. She pulled the other woman
toward her, making Kathryn end up with her bottom
just on the edge and her legs spread wide. Kneeling
on the floor, Seven had perfect access to Kathryn’s
sex, and she stared openly at it, memorising the
sight of the engorged lips and clitoris.
“Please, Seven,”
Kathryn moaned. “I’m falling to pieces here. Touch
me.”
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