Gabrielle kept her lips wrapped around Sara's clit even as she looked up at her from between her legs. Gabrielle's dark eyes were piercing but full of mirth.
Was Sara fighting her orgasm now? She could feel her tensing and shifting on the bed. Gabrielle was quiet amused and wasn't about to let Sara stop her own pleasure.
Her lips popped free of Sara as Gabrielle continued to stare up at her. "Are you trying to fight it?" Gabrielle purred. Reaching up, she lightly pressed the tip of her middle finger against Sara's clit. Rubbing slowly and lightly, she kept a torturously steady pace.
She knew it would take longer to truly build up this way but she suspected it would be irresistible when Sara's orgasm finally did well up again.
Gabrielle kept staring wantonly as she stroked Sara. From time to time she would dart in for a lick, wanting to taste her, before propping herself up a little bit to watch Sara's sexy expressions as she did her best to make Sara come again.