Aubrey's favorite sanctuary had always been nestled between Kathryn's trembling thighs, where she could lose herself in the intoxicating taste that was uniquely Kathryn's, honey-sweet with an earthy undertone that made Aubrey's mouth water. The taste lingered on her tongue like the finest wine, complex and addictive, making her lips glisten in the dim light of their hideaway hut. Time disappeared, minutes stretching into blissful eternities. The desperate pitch in Kathryn's voice, that delicious breaking on the edge of her moans, told Aubrey everything she needed to know. She doubled her efforts, her fingers moving faster inside velvet heat, curling precisely against that swollen spot that would make Kathryn's breath catch. Her tongue traced patterns, alternating between feather-light flicks and firm, hungry strokes. When the first pulses began, Aubrey felt them like electricity against her fingertips, Kathryn's inner walls clenching rhythmically as a flood of warmth coated Aubrey's mouth, chin and cheeks.
Aubrey rode the aftershocks like a cresting wave, hands anchored at Kathryn’s legs, feeling them tremble in her grasp. She pressed kisses along the inside of Kathryn’s thigh, wanting to worship her, hiding her grin against the salt-sheened skin. There was nothing finer than feeling Kathryn fall apart, knowing every gasp was her own doing. Even the awkward clatter of the bucket felt perfect, a punctuation mark, a fanfare to her victory. She'd mapped the landscape of Kathryn's body months ago, its peaks and valleys, the fault lines where muscle trembled under skin. But even now, each time she watched Kathryn lose control, it felt like she’d found a new, secret country in the same beloved terrain. She looked up and found Kathryn watching her, wild-eyed and undone, and Aubrey felt a savage surge of love so bright it threatened to blind her. She let herself be pulled up, greedy for the taste of Kathryn’s lips, the heat of her still-shuddering body. They lingered there, foreheads pressed together. Her hands wandered, tracing the line of Kathryn’s back, marveling at the way her muscles quivered under her palms. “Yeah? You can hate me all you want, as long as you keep letting me do this to you,” she said, voice low and rough, that familiar teasing edge barely masking the tenderness underneath. Her teeth caught Kathryn’s bottom lip for a few seconds before she released it, her hand pressing against her ass to pull her in until their bodies fit perfectly together again. She tilted her head, studying Kathryn’s flushed face, the wild hair, the bitten lip, the glow that made her look almost unreal, and smirked. “Fifteen minutes well spent, if you ask me,” She said, her tone softer now, playfulness melting into quiet awe. Then, with that trademark crooked grin, she pressed another kiss to the corner of Kathryn’s mouth and added, “You should see what I can do with twenty.”
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