The Witch of Tin Mountain by Kennedy Paulette

Author:Kennedy, Paulette [Kennedy, Paulette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lake Union Publishing
Published: 2023-01-31T18:30:00+00:00

Falling. Soaring and falling and rising again. That’s what it was like. Flying. Deirdre lay back on the mattress, wrung out with pleasure. Their nightclothes lay in a heap on the floor next to Esme’s bed as dawn curled pink and gold through the windows. The light touched Deirdre in all her soft places, painting her in blushing shades that Esme traced with her fingers.

Deirdre had quivered, and arched, then begged. She’d fallen apart beneath Esme’s sure touch and finally learned what all the fuss was about. A paroxysm. That’s what Esme had called it, after Deirdre had cried out and Esme had clapped her hand over her mouth to keep her from waking the other girls.

“I never . . . with Robbie . . . ,” she panted.

“I’m not surprised,” Esme purred, pleased with herself, her hand making lazy circles on Deirdre’s belly. “Men only care about themselves. Most of them, anyway. Sam’s husband is the same. They’ll never know a woman’s body like another woman does.”

Then Esme had done it to her again, as if to prove things. This time with her mouth.

Now, it was Esme’s turn. Deirdre landed teasing kisses along the curve of Esme’s hip, watching the steady rise and fall of her breasts as she grew bolder and moved Esme’s legs apart to taste her. “Yes, darling . . . yes. There. That’s it.”

A few moments later, Esme turned her face into the pillow and let out a muffled moan, her thighs clamping tight around Deirdre’s head.

Deirdre smiled. Giving pleasure was as much a reward as receiving it.

Downstairs, the gong rang. They lay together for a few more moments, tangled in the sheets, then rose and bathed themselves at the washstand. As she dressed for the day, the world seemed brighter to Deirdre. She glanced in the glass—noted the roses blooming in her cheeks. The fool smile etched on her face. How marvelous it was, to not have to worry about vinegar rinses, or bitter teas and babies, or anything but soothing this ache of fierce wanting with delicious, easy bliss.

It was an awakening. A revelation.

Esme had told her to think about Robbie if she felt guilty, but she hadn’t thought about him once. Instead, she’d imagined she saw darker eyes, watching from the shadowed corner of the room. Jealous eyes that witnessed and waited, like a snake coiled to strike.

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