“Maybe,” Clara mused. “Maybe I would have dragged you off earlier? Or made you wait?” She shrugged, unsure what she really would have done. As it seemed, things were working out perfectly. Why mess with perfection?
Clara did not relent as Sara admitted she was about to lose control. “Good,” she replied huskily between flicks of her tongue. “I want you to come.” Her lips latched onto Sara’s clit once more and she sucked firmly and steadily.
She wanted to push her fingers inside Sara, but she also wanted to make her come with her mouth alone. There was no way Sara was getting away from her, so there would be plenty of time for that later…