“Hah-ah!” Vi’s nerves shoot through her in shockwaves. With this much focused contact, Vi’s chest is much more sensitive than she’d realized. To think moments ago she was worried about Cait not being ready to have sex, and now she’s the one writhing uncontrollably and asking her to teach her.

“I’m sure you can,” she groans out, nails scratching lightly at the top of Cait’s head. “What aren’t you good at?” She laughs.