Still no words were spoken as Sara dragged her fingernails down Catherine's stomach, only a muted whimper was to be heard. Sara slid off Catherine's middle, and positioned herself on the bed, pinning Catherine down, before gently nudging her legs further apart. She smiled, thinking how nice it was for Catherine not to be in control for once. "How does it feel to be powerless for once in your life, Catherine?" Sara breathed, barely looking up from between her legs, her warm breath causing Catherine to gasp and twist beneath Sara's strong hands. She couldn't form a coherant answer to Sara's question, which only caused Sara to smile wider, carressing the inside of Catherine's thigh. She waited for a moment, in the hopes that it'd prolong Catherine's suffering, before pressing her face into Catherine, her tongue dancing across every inch of her most sensitive area. Sara didn't bother to stop and feel pride that she was the first woman ever to do this to Catherine, she was too intent on that one fixed goal - making her scream.
Catherine arched up on the bed slightly, and Sara pressed her back down again. Her mouth not moving from where she was working, she realised that as she moved, her nose rubbed across the small bundle of nerves at Catherine's centre. For some unknown reason, this caused Sara to laugh, her mouth still against Catherine, the vibrations causing her to scream. This only caused harder laughing from Sara, and she had to pull back for second until she stopped, which gave her a chance to focus her ministrations on Catherine's chest, grazing her teeth across the delicate skin, alternately suckling and biting. Finally, Catherine seemed to regain some control over her body and vocal chords, and moaned Sara's name, twining her fingers through the long dark hair, before Sara slipped back to her prior position between Catherine's legs. She knew it wouldn't be long until Catherine came, and suddenley, all ideas of trying to prolong it went out of her head - she wanted Catherine screaming at her hand as soon as possible, or tongue as the case was.
Giving Catherine no warning, she pressed herself back against her, her tongue working twice as fast now as Catherine's hands scrabbled about on the bed, trying to find something to hold onto. Sara raised her head for a split second to growl, "FIVE YEARS, Catherine!" before dipping back down, and bringing her teeth into the equation. Catherine climaxed, arching right off the bed, screaming and sobbing, her strong fingers shredding the sheet beneath her that she'd been clinging to. Sara smiled, crawling back up the bed to lay next to her, kissing her passionately, Catherine tasting herself slightly on Sara's tongue. "Do I have to wait another five years to get that again?"