Gabrielle was thrilled for her sister and jealous at the same time. Why had she never felt that way? Had she not bedded the right person? Or was she not mature enough? How Veela, and those of Veela blood, developed was still something of a mystery.
Fleur’s answer shocked her. She blinked wondering she’d heard her sister correctly. Love, between anyone other then themselves, had not been something they really discussed. Gabrielle was jealous again, but more of Fleur than of Lavender. Her sister was in love…
“Please what?” Gabrielle said back, blowing on Fleur’s exposed clit while she awaited an answer. “I zhought I said that you were not to move…” Her hand moved to lightly swat Fleur’s derriere.
“Mmmm…” Gabrielle hummed against Fleur’s clit as she held it lightly between her lips. “Zhat is about forty five minutes before we need to bathe and dress…”
“I wonder…” Gabrielle pretended to ponder heavily as her tongue ran up and down in long, firm stroke between Fleur’s folds. Her tongue pushed deeply into her warm, wet, delicious cunt. She moaned as she tasted her sister. “…should I make you wait the whole forty five minutes and make you come so hard I need to carry you to the tub?”