"Evil bitch," she teased, moaning as Lavender's thumb ghosted over her nipple. She returned the kiss easily, tasting just the hint of herself on Lavender's tongue. It made her even hotter and needier, and she held her breath until Lavender was back where she wanted her.
"Me too, love," she gasped. Lavender's tongue was hot and wet within her, and she pressed up against her, urging her deeper. "Oh, fuck, Lav, love you." She was speaking in broken sentences, too eager to come, but Lavender was driving her slowly mad.