“Better,” Kyrie said. “You’re doing all the work.”

Elle shook her head. “This isn’t work. You aren’t work.”

“Will you touch me inside now?”

“Soon. I told you I’m enjoying myself. Don’t rush me, my dove.”

“Dove?”

“When I first saw you, your hair and your skin reminded me of a dove. I don’t know why.”

“I like it. It sounds like ‘my love.’”

“It does, doesn’t it?” With one more smile, Elle dropped her mouth back to Kyrie’s breasts. She kissed them again, kneaded and molded them in her hands and with her mouth until Kyrie panted.

Elle sat up finally and moved between Kyrie’s knees. She lifted the hem of the gown up to Kyrie’s waist and pushed her thighs open. Kyrie said nothing. Her body had gone limp. She was weak with desire. Exactly the way Elle wanted her.

“I’ll try not to hurt you too much,” Elle said, forcing her eyes to Kyrie’s face.

“You couldn’t hurt me now if you tried.”

“Don’t say stuff like that. Knowing me, I’ll try.”

With both hands, Elle stroked the lips of Kyrie’s vulva. She had the softest pubic hair, like a young girl’s. Elle pushed the folds open and looked down at the small pink hole of her vagina. Carefully she slipped a finger into her and pushed up against the soft hollow right inside her body.

“You are soaking wet,” Elle said.

“Is that good?”

“Unbelievably good. Let’s make it better, though.”

“How?”

Elle bent down and licked Kyrie’s clitoris with the tip of her tongue. One lick and a second one. One the third one she lightly sucked it between her lips. Kyrie went stiff and still from the shock of pleasure.

“Relax,” she ordered the girl. “Trust me. Even if this makes you nervous at first, after a couple times it will become your new favorite thing.”

“Okay. Trying to relax. But...”

“But what?”

“Doesn’t it taste weird?”

“If you want me to tell you it tastes like candy and strawberries, you’re going to be disappointed. If I wanted candy and strawberries, I’d go grocery shopping. Since my head’s between your thighs, I think it’s safe to say I’m in the mood for something else to eat. Now shut up. My mouth has better things to do than answer silly questions. Like this, for example.”

Elle licked Kyrie from her clitoris to the base of her vagina and back up again. Kyrie groaned in the back of her throat and Elle did it again. While she kissed and licked Kyrie, she pushed her finger into that soft spot as deep as she could.

Kyrie flinched.

“Good flinch or bad flinch?” Elle asked.

“Good flinch.”

“I wish I’d packed a vibrator. I hadn’t planned on deflowering a nun while I was here.”

“Better than doing laundry, right?” Kyrie asked. She was flushed and shivering. She’d never looked more vulnerable or more beautiful.

With every minute that passed, Kyrie grew wetter and her breaths faster and more desperate. She was on the verge of orgasming any second now. Under her mouth, Kyrie’s hips rocked up and down. Her fingers grasped at the sheets, at the pillow around her head.

“Are you close?” Elle whispered.

“Yes. Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping. Not now or ever. But when you come, I’m going to put my hand inside you.”

“All of it?”

“Most of it.”

“That’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”

“I have small hands. It won’t hurt any more than a penis would, which means it will probably hurt. Try not to scream.”

“What if I scream?”

“You will not scream. That’s an order.”

Kyrie gave a scared little laugh, and Elle went back to work on her, sucking her, licking her, fucking her...first with one finger, then two. Two fingers...then three. Kyrie was so wet it was dripping onto the sheets underneath her and forming a small puddle. Good thing Elle did the laundry. That could be incriminating.

Elle focused her attention solely on Kyrie’s clitoris. It pulsed against her tongue while Kyrie’s tight wet passage slowly opened itself to her fingers.

Then Kyrie went silent, completely silent. She was there, on the edge, on the verge. She’d hit her climax and hit it hard.

“Elle—” Kyrie gasped the warning and Elle slammed her left hand over Kyrie’s mouth and pushed her right hand into Kyrie.

All around her hand Kyrie’s body throbbed and pulsed as the muscle contracted wildly, clamping down onto Elle’s intruding presence. Kyrie’s legs opened even wider and her hips rose half a foot off the bed and lifted them again and again. Against Elle’s palm, she cried out with either pleasure or pain. Who could tell in that moment?

Kyrie pushed her heels into the bed and pulled back. As quickly as she could without hurting her even more, Elle slid her hand out of her. With a whimper, Kyrie collapsed back onto the sheets in a sweaty, panting, tired mess of blond waves and tears.

“It’s okay,” Elle said, sliding up to lie beside her. “You’re okay. It’s over.”

Kyrie closed her eyes and nodded.

“You did so good.” Elle took a corner of the sheet and wiped the blood and fluid off her hand. Then she gently stroked Kyrie’s burning forehead. She looked so lovely right now, spent and tired with her lips swollen and her nipples taut and her stomach quivering. Elle couldn’t stop herself from kissing her on the mouth one more time.