Sabrina rains down little open-mouthed kisses wherever she can reach on Rosie, on her face and shoulders and the sweet slopes of her breasts. "I love you," she breathes, again and again, until she's sucking the words into the hollow of Rosie's throat as they both wring out Rosie's orgasm for every last moment.

And when Rosie relaxes around her fingers, Sabrina rests her stick hand between them, wiping it briefly on her own flank.

Shifting slightly, she makes sure she can see Rosie's eyes, the angles and curves of her face. Something's changed now, for the better; she can feel it settling in her bones.