With a Bang

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Catlike stretches and early morning yawns filled the room as Louisa woke and checked the time. Her mouth curled into a smirk and she leant across the messy bedclothes to her sleeping lover.

“Wakey, wakey sleeping beauty,” she murmured in Bethany’s hair covered ear, hands stroking up and down bare thighs.

“My price charming,” Bethany’s perfect teeth were bared in what could only be called a devilish grin and she twisted her body, trapping Louisa’s fingers between her legs.

Nimble fingers pushed lacy fabric aside and began to tease the warm flesh beneath.

“You’re too good t’me, Lou,” she sighed.