Chapter Eight 2. Celeste

:I don’t think you have to worry, my mate: Hunter’s voice was gentle, calm in her mind. :I know your nervous, but Sally is mostly infatuated with you. Please trust her:

And her husband disappeared into the bedroom where the ensuite was.

Celeste nuzzled against Sally’s neck, breathing in her scent of burning bushland, even heavier with the arousal pulsing through her.

“There’s more?” Sally breathed, sounding a little overwhelmed.

Celeste chuckled, lifting herself head a little to kiss her lips languishely. “Let’s take this to the bedroom, my poor little human.”

Sally managed a pout, but allowed Celeste to lead her by the hand from the couch.  Celeste knew she shouldn’t be nervous, nothing in Sally’s manner said she’d worry at all how Celeste looked between her legs. It didn’t appease the worry though. 

She’d been so happy when Hunte