She loves hearing her, having the taste of her fill her mouth and flood her senses, feeling her fingers tighten in her hair. It all tells her she's doing this right, giving Sabrina all the things she's missed--that they've both missed, and wanted, and waited to have again.

Sabrina pulls at her curls and Rosie moans against her, her mouth and tongue busy licking and sucking like it's the only thing she wants to do. Sabrina's thighs shake with beautiful, building tremors, signs she's getting closer and closer to the edge, and as they reach their peak Rosie shifts just enough to slide two fingers into her, fucking her in time with the movement of her tongue on her clit.

"I want to feel you, Sabrina," she pants, a momentary pause. "Just like this, I know you can do it."