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lips closed and firm. “Soften for
me,” Mary urged on a whisper. “My lips are soft. Yours can be, too.
Open,” she commanded, and then the tip of her tongue teased at
Charlotte’s lips. On Charlotte’s gasp, she swept inside, invading
her mouth like a conquering warrior. She stepped forward, backing
Charlotte toward the bed as she continued to wreak havoc on her
senses. “I worried you would rebel,” she said when she finally
lifted her head.
    Charlotte had to drag herself from the
passion induced haze she was in so she could respond. “I did, too.”
A shiver stole up her body. “I should.”
    Mary sounded much too cocky when she
laughed and said, “But you won’t.” She pointed toward the bed. “Lay
back.”
    Charlotte scurried across the bed, and
lay back, resting on her elbows, not at all ashamed of her
nakedness. Not now. Not now that Mary had tasted her breasts. Not
since she’d had her hands in the most private places she had. Now
there was nothing to be ashamed of.
    “You want me to make you climax,” Mary
said as she lifted the edge of her dress and climbed up on the
bed.
    “Can you take this off?” Charlotte
asked, fingering the soft material of her skirt.
    Mary sighed heavily. “Alas, I am not
allowed to find pleasure. Unless my master gives it to me.” She
brushed Charlotte’s hair from the side of her face. “Perhaps
another time, we’ll ask for permission and we can pleasure each
other. With our men in the room. Watching.” She nibbled on
Charlotte’s lower lip between each word, licking into her, the same
way her finger had dipped into the cavern of her heat a moment
before.
    “Watching?” Charlotte gasped. She
probably sounded like an addled parrot. But she didn’t
care.
    She shrugged. “They like to watch.”
She looked down at Charlotte’s breasts and cupped one in each firm
hand, lifting their small weight to her lips. “These really are
perfect, you know,” she said as she sucked one nipple into her
mouth. She played about the other with the pad of her thumb, until
Charlotte was trembling in her grasp, her head hanging back, her
breaths leaving her in gasps. Then she dropped her breasts and
began a slow and leisurely lick down toward her curls.
    “What are you doing?”
    “I’m going to taste you,” Mary
laughed.
    “Down there?” Certainly, that wasn’t
what she meant.
    She laughed again, still that silky
sound that made Charlotte even wetter.
    Without stopping, Mary
parted her folds and looked down at her. Charlotte, for a moment,
wanted to hide herself in shame. But then one long finger slid
inside her and she licked across that little nub of pleasure.
Charlotte nearly leapt from the bed. But then she stilled and
watched, her mouth hanging open in surprise. This was what it was all about? This
tender, soft touch? It could be like this? She licked faster, and
faster, and Charlotte found herself arching to meet her. She
reached down and brushed the hair from Mary’s brow with a tender
touch.
    “A cock can feel this nice, too.” Mary
lifted her head long enough to say, “You needed this.”
    “I did need this.” Tears burned at the
backs of her lashes. Tears for all the years she’d lost. Tears for
the man who’d sought to please her by giving her this lady. Tears
for this woman, who gave so selflessly.
    “Don’t cry,” Mary said, pressing a
kiss to Charlotte’s inner thigh. Her thumb took over her tongue’s
wicked little movements, and one finger joined the other already
inside her. Charlotte pressed back against the gentle invasion.
Then Mary crooked a finger, and swept it against some part of her
she didn’t know existed.
    “Oh, God,” Charlotte cried. “Please
don’t stop,” she begged. Something was taking over her body. Her
legs were trembling. Her bottom was arching in rhythm with those
searching fingers. Her legs lay open, giving Mary all the access
she needed. Then Mary latched onto that little nub of sensation
with her mouth, and