Gabrielle looked annoyed by “the rules” as she regarded her sister. “What iz zee point then?” she asked childishly. Having just had her fingers inside Lavender made antsy at not being able to touch her. Looking down at her fingers, Gabrielle considered licking them but…resisted the urge, albeit barely.
Plus, she didn’t like the idea that Lavender knew something she didn’t about dirty things like a strip club.
“Did you know zhat Fleur ‘ad promised to take me to Amsterdam when I graduate?” Gabrielle asked Lavender smugly. Lavedner just smiled and shook her head. “As ‘er wife, you would not interfere, non?”
Lavender blinked at the challenge that seemed…a little hostile. “I would never do that,” she replied softly, still smiling hoping to ease…whatever was bothering Gabrielle. “I hope you two have fun and have lots of good stories for when you get back.”
Gabrielle had secretly wanted Lavender to get defensive or angry but she didn’t rise to the bait. She was lost in her own thoughts when Lavender purred to Fleur, “I know you do. Maybe I should give you a closer look?”
Lavender moved to stand on the bed with her feet on either side of Fleur’s legs. Still dancing, she brought her shaved sex so close that she brushed the tip of Fleur’s nose with the patch just above her folds.
“Non. At least not once I am making you moan,” Gabrielle sighed. Attacking Fleur’s neck, she kissed and licked and sucked at the tender flesh as she moved her hand inside. Feeling that Fleur was not helping, Gabrille threaded her fingers into Fleur’s hair and yanked her head back with the perfect mix of strength and caution that always got Fleur going.
Once her body was in a better position, Gabrielle eased her hand into Fleur’s pants. Sliding the same fingers she’d used to finger lavender, Gabrielle eased them into Fleur’s soaked sex.
“Souer,” she groaned, “You are so wet…”
The sight made Lavender gasp. It was a moment before she remembered herself and kept dancing.