Clara chuckled. She didn’t take Sara’s order as anything. It just meant she was more unhinged than she had originally suspected. That was a good thing. Certainly it meant that things were likely to go much further. Again, a good thing.
“Make you come? Are you that randy?” Clara teased, though she hardly needed an answer.
She pondered briefly about what she wanted to do. There were options that were far more conservative than others. Her paranoid mind, born of her house, made her ponder if this was the culmination of some plot. It really seemed unlikely.
Clara dropped to her knees and shouldered her way between Sara’s legs. Looking up at the other girl, Clara’s eyes were dark with lust. “Hold up your skirt,” she ordered, pushing it up so Sara could grab the hem.
Hooking her finger, Clara roughly pulled the soaked knickers aside. Drawing a deep breath through her nose, she nuzzled the neatly trimmed curls above her sex. She was really wet and Clara couldn’t wait to taste her. She only waited to make Sara more desperate.
Her tongue flicked out and she licked up between Sara’s folds firmly. She loved the library. Sara, looking very hot and sounding even more so, was pressed against her beloved books and she was going to take her right there…