Kate smothers a grin and eases down Beckett's underwear; she's still nervous, wanting to make this good for Beckett and drive Bill nearly insane from watching, but what she's doing so far seems to be hitting at least a few of the right buttons. As long as she pays attention to Beckett's cues, they should all be okay.
"You're allowed to enjoy yourself."
Her lips find the crease of Beckett's thigh; one slightly unsteady hand curls around Beckett's hip.
"Isn't she, Bill?"
Eyes slipping shut, she turns her head and licks a light, languid line to Beckett's clit with the tip of her tongue.
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Kate smothers a grin and eases down Beckett's underwear; she's still nervous, wanting to make this good for Beckett and drive Bill nearly insane from watching, but what she's doing so far seems to be hitting at least a few of the right buttons. As long as she pays attention to Beckett's cues, they should all be okay.
"You're allowed to enjoy yourself."
Her lips find the crease of Beckett's thigh; one slightly unsteady hand curls around Beckett's hip.
"Isn't she, Bill?"
Eyes slipping shut, she turns her head and licks a light, languid line to Beckett's clit with the tip of her tongue.