Evey nodded. She was cupping her breasts in her hands, slowly kneading. “You're careful. And gentle. Some people...” She sighed. “Some people get so excited they forget how sensitive those parts are.”
Mary shook her head. “I'll never do that to you.” She thought of three years of pain at Brother Ezekiel's hands. No. I will never make someone have to deal with that.
She withdrew her finger, noting with interest how Evey's lips stayed open, even after it was gone. More confident now, she leaned forward, her kisses more passionate, and with a silent prayer, opened her mouth and tasted Evey's bounty for the first time.
Her nectar exploded on her lips and tongue, the taste both indescribable and something she knew she had longed for her entire life. She found herself lapping rapidly at her c
