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“Remember, you mustn’t cum though.”

Caitlin nodded, before moaning loudly when Helena leaned in and started to kiss her neck. She could feel that Caitlin’s hand was still working away between her own legs, and when her lips found Caitlin’s jugular she could feel her pulse hammering. Caitlin must be so close, she thought, but she needs to hold on.

A shudder rolled through Caitlin, then another. “Please, Minha Dona. May I stop? I’ll cum otherwise.”

“You may not, Gatinha.” Helena kept kissing her neck then her shoulders. “You need to learn discipline.”

Caitlin’s body was completely primed, she could easily climax at any moment, and Helena couldn’t tell if she would or wouldn’t. She moved her mouth down to take Caitlin’s nipple between her lips, licking and biting gently, teasing, while her fingers played on the other, and she thought she’d pushed Caitlin too far for a moment… she moaned twice and a shudder rocked through her, but she seemed to be stopping herself.

Helena moved back up to Caitlin’s ear and whispered, “Would you like to cum?”

Caitlin nodded. “Yes,” she gasped.

“Then come with me.”

Helena stood and took Caitlin’s hand, helping her to stand on wobbly legs, and led her towards the balcony.

When they got to the door she put her hand on the handle, then paused. “Colour?”

“Verde, if you make sure the lights are off.”

Helena smiled. Caitlin was a picture of desperate arousal. “Of course, Gatinha.” She went to the switch next to the door and the room was plunged into darkness, the only light now the city light from outside. They’d be invisible to anyone looking.

She opened the door. “Stand by the rail, hands gripping it, and don’t let go, Gatinha.”

“Yes, Minha Dona.”

“Feet back, legs apart.”

Caitlin obeyed, and Helena knelt down behind her. With her hands on Caitlin’s hips, she started to kiss Caitlin’s lower back, then down over her ass and her upper thighs. Caitlin was soaking with her arousal, and Helena wanted to give her what she needed… and when Caitlin parted her legs and leaned forward a little more Helena put her tongue against her from behind, tasting her where she needed to be tasted, drawing a shuddering moan that disappeared into the evening air.

It took seconds from there… literally seconds. Helena flicked her tongue lightly a few times and that was all it took, she could feel it shake through Caitlin, feel her body coming undone, and Helena eased off completely, just applying the lightest flick of her tongue when she needed to, and the orgasm ripped through Caitlin, gasps and moans coming from her mouth, her hands gripping the railing hard, her rear pushing towards Helena to get more pressure, more tongue, more anything… until she was through it and Helena pulled her upright, helping her onto the balcony couch and wrapping Caitlin in her arms, kissing and holding her.

“Oh, Gatinha, you are so special,” she whispered between kisses. “My magnificent, perfect Gatinha.”

Helena heard Caitlin chuckle in her arms. “I’m lost for words Minha Dona, that was… I don’t have words.”

Helena kissed Caitlin. “You don’t need them, Gatinha.” She kissed her again, holding her, loving having Caitlin’s body naked against her own. “Now… come with me.” She stood and reached out her hand. “I need to introduce you to my bed. It has been very excited to meet you…”

Chapter 20

They slept late on the Saturday, but then they’d earned the lie-in by the time that they’d finally given in to sleep.

Helena woke to a hand snaking its way across her naked middle, a warm body pressing up against her, and soft lips that insisted on waking her up.

“Mmm… morning,” she muttered.

She felt a kiss on her shoulder. “Morning.” Another kiss, slow and sensual. “Did you sleep well?”

“Wonderfully.” Helena forced her eyes open to see Caitlin had propped herself up on an elbow, looking down at her. “You?”

“Same.” Caitlin smiled, her fingertips trailing across Helena’s skin. She glanced over at the curtains, sunlight streaming through them. “I’m normally awake much earlier.”

Helena grinned up at her, taking Caitlin’s hand in hers. “We must have worn you out.”

“That must be it.” Caitlin sat up. The sheet fell off her, and she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing, save for the necklace. Although neither was Helena, now that she came to think about it. “Would you like coffee?”

“Aren’t I supposed to be asking you that?”