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give itself to Lou automatically. “Lou,” Samantha breathed out between panting breaths.
    “I’ve got you.” Lou’s whispered words danced warmly over delicate flesh, and were followed immediately by her tongue sliding in between, probing so carefully, not wanting to overwhelm her right away. Lou’s tongue touched just above Sam’s opening, then stroked a circle ever so slowly around the edge of it.
    Samantha’s hips lifted in an effort to try to get more contact, more touch, more pleasure, but Lou moved with her in concert and kept to the slow movement. “Christ, Lou.”
    Louann resumed stroking her tongue along the cleft in Sam’s folds, her pace holding too close to steady for the meltdown Sam was rapidly approaching. For a moment, Lou built up to quick laps, hungry breath washing over Sam’s flesh, but then she slowed her pace again and Sam found herself at a strange plateau, not quite close but also not getting closer.
    “Wh-What are y-you—“
    Lou’s fingers dug in to Sam’s flesh, quieting her. Lou’s talented tongue teased semicircle strokes further up, supplying not nearly enough stimulation to her bud and the flesh surrounding it.
    Sam felt herself break as Lou worked, building a rapid intensity again, expertly laying her tongue in places that Sam couldn’t process any more. As spasms gripped her legs, Sam’s moans turned to shrieks and her shrieks to screams and howls. Lou worked furiously now, pushing Sam through the climax with every touch of her tongue and lips. The intensity grew and snarls vibrated through Samantha’s flesh as Lou’s stimulation pushed the seemingly endless moment, stretching it without tearing it off.
    The edge of the climax seemed to dip, and Lou’s mouth matched, slowing pace. For a moment, Samantha let herself try to catch her breath. Then, one of the hands on her legs shifted, and two fingers slid easily inside Sam’s entrance, stretching Sam as they curled inside her. Lou wasn’t done.
    Sam was babbling something as Lou flattened her tongue and pressed it between the upper folds, her lips pressing against her labia, her tongue rubbing over the nub and the flesh around it. Sam’s hips worked without her permission, trying to lift, but a thick growl washed warmly from the edges of Lou’s mouth, and Lou’s free hand let go of Sam’s leg and moved in a flash to her lower abdomen.
    Somehow, the pressure of the touch there quieted Samantha’s body from further disobedience.
    Lou’s fingers flexed, shifted, and found their target. The fingertips inside Sam pressed at the rough spot inside as Lou’s tongue stroked up, then flexed to tighten, then carved strokes along the sides of Samantha’s clit.
    Fresh tension built in her legs, her bound arms, another peak coming through her whole body.  Lou seemed to pour into her flesh through her mouth and hand, leatherclad shoulders jostling into her thighs as she tensed.
    Lou sensed when the orgasm began to die, and her intensity and pressure and speed settled slower, then slower, matching Samantha’s crash into afterglow right until Lou brought her mouth away.
    Sam opened her mouth, breathless and panting, but she had no time to get words out. Lou’s mouth was on hers, hungry still, as if to consume Sam. Sam moaned into Lou’s mouth but could not move, could not find a way to operate her arms and legs, as Lou’s tongue took her mouth as its own, the scent of Sam’s sex still on her lips and chin.
    Lou broke the kiss. “Believe me now?”
    Sam blinked, then managed a faint giggle and nod.
    Lou lay next to her on the bed, stroking her hair, holding her, watching her come back down. The aftershocks spasmed through her body, every one a reminder of the surreal pleasure of Lou’s warm, hungry mouth.
    When Sam could breathe again, she leaned over and put her lips to Lou’s, tasting herself, slipping her arms around the woman she loved. “I’m happy with you. I don’t care what the Colbys do. We’ll find a way.