"Fuck," Gretchen hissed, squeezing her eyes shut. She arched her back, focussing on thoughts of Trevor and deliberately not focussing on why thinking of him made her come with a soft gasp, clenching around Delaney's fingers.
Pulling her fingers out of Delaney, Gretchen ignored the protesting noise the other woman made and slipped under the table. Settling between Delaney's legs, she grasped the woman's hips and tugged her closer, pushing the wet fabric of her underwear aside and sliding her tongue into her.