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was pulled off the edge of the pool. She sighed with another form of delight when her pounding nib and swollen quim met the steaming water, soothed and calmed as her body slid against Zenovia’s.
    Just as she opened her eyes, Zenovia covered her mouth with hers, smothering anything she might have said with full, wet, musk-scented lips. Jane felt the wall of the pool behind her, and her toes skittered around, automatically reaching for the bottom as Zenovia took one of her hands and brought it to the apex of her own thighs.
    Jane’s eyes flew open when she felt the soft, swollen folds of her lover—the thick, hot, slick juices that were so different from that water in which they floated. Zenovia moaned with relief and something like pain when she positioned Jane’s fingers over her swollen pip, then sighed as she turned away from the kiss, panting in Jane’s ear.
    At first Jane wasn’t certain what to do…and when she merely settled over her lover’s pussy without moving, Zenovia fit her hand over Jane’s and showed her. How to move over the tiny little knot that pulsed and leapt beneath her fingers, how to stroke and jiggle and slip through the juices faster and faster…
    She held her hand tightly, as if afraid Jane would move away at the wrong moment, guiding the movements with strong fingers and determination as her breathing rose faster and harder in soft, panting grunts.
    When Zenovia came, Jane felt the sudden surge over her fingers, the rush of wetness and muscle contraction and the same, deep shuddering she felt. Her lover cried out as she sagged against Jane, trapping her between her warm, wet body and the hard edge of the pool, trembling so hard that Jane felt it too.
    Zenovia lost her grip on Jane, and she slipped down beneath the water—partly because it was too deep for her to stand, and partly because she needed space . She needed to get away…to put distance between her and this woman who’d somehow brought her to a state of desire and lust she’d never before experienced.
    When Jane surfaced, she was halfway across the pool and her hair was plastered to her skull and over her shoulders. The tips floated in the water, and when she turned back it was to see Zenovia climbing out of the pool.
    Her arse was strong and tight, its sides sculpted with gentle indentations. She hadn’t a bit of fat on her body, and her back was just as lean and muscled as the front of her torso. Jane’s heart skipped a little beat, and she immediately pushed away the ping of desire.
    I love Zaren. I might enjoy this—heaven help me!—but it’s Zaren I love. Zaren whom I’ll find and return to, so help me God.
    But when Zenovia came to the edge of the pool where she floated and looked down at her, legs spread, hands on hips, Jane couldn’t completely subdue another shiver of lust. Even now, the chieftain’s cunt showed red and full between her legs, glistening and ready. Jane swallowed, remembering the soft, pulsing sensation, the sleekness of those folds, the tiny, hard erection of the engorged pearl hidden beneath them…and her own little pip tightened at the thought.
    “Come out,” said Zenovia, and turned to walk away.
    Jane hesitated for only a moment, then found a set of steps and slogged out of the pool. By the time she was standing on the tile, dripping, her lover had returned. She was wrapped in some fluffy white cloth, and she held a second one for Jane. It felt as if she were being enveloped in a cloud—it was soft and warm and seemed to draw every bit of moisture from her skin.
    No sooner had Jane wrapped herself in the towel than Zenovia took her by the hand and brought her to the curtained side of the chamber—the area where, as Jane had suspected, there was a bed.
    A large bed, half the size of the pool, piled with pillows and cushions, furs, and blankets, and enclosed by a filmy curtain. Zenovia pulled her down onto the surface, tossing the towels aside.
    More? was all Jane could think,