Clara licked her lips and swallowed hard before nodding. Memories of Sara’s moans echoing in the Prefect’s Bathroom sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn’t wait to make Sara moan again.
“Perhaps we should,” she agreed in a husky whisper.
Clara shook her head. “I can wait.” Then she whimpered, giving away that the last thing she wanted to do was wait. Sara was driving her mad with all the teasing. Her knickers were totally soaked from all the anticipation and she was sure that Sara knew it…
“Yes…yes…” she urged as Sara kissed her thighs. Clara groaned loudly in frustration as she started to trail kisses away from the apex of her thighs.