Her brother would be horrified to find her like this. Chances are, he would simply kill the other woman, the one sucking at the tender skin of her thighs and biting none-too-lightly at her swollen nipples.
Ada herself has no idea why she permits Lotti to touch her in such sensitive, private places.
At first, she didn't. When Lotti showed up one warm night at the open window to her room, her first instinct was to run and hide. It took only two seconds for her to open her mouth to scream, but it took Lotti one less to fly through the window and clamp her hand over the other girl's mouth. A hiss was all that escaped through Lotti's fingers, and it took a dose of sedatives to make Ada passive enough for Lotti to have her way with her. Eyes glazed over, Ada stared at the ceiling and attempted to ignore the hands trailing over her stomach and breasts.
"You just tasted so good when we kissed," Lotti purred as she trailed a finger over Ada's open lips. "I've done enough sacrificing of my own feelings. I think, for once, I should be able to take what I want."
And what you want is me? Ada thought with a fuzzy mind.
Ada has always been far too trusting; her brother has told her so many times. And it's all too true. It took only a few more trysts for her to begin to trust Lotti. Someone whose tongue dances as hers does can't be that bad. The other woman wasn't forced to use any sort of drug after the first night, and Ada is more than willing these days to give in to Lotti's touch. She anticipates the Baskerville to show up, and she never expects—or, really, even wants—words to be exchanged between them.
She supposes she has been completely seduced by the older woman.
And why shouldn't she be? Lotti is a fiery lover, her tongue quick and her fingers nimble. She is like a cat, and Ada shudders as Lotti pulls off her already wet panties with her teeth. Lotti nibbles at the lips, zeroing in on the nub, and Ada feels a thrill of pleasure course through her legs. She tries in vain to pull Lotti up, but there is nowhere for her to grab, and besides, if Lotti moves, the pleasure between her legs disappears.
Lotti isn't willing to only give the pleasure though; no, she wants to partake in it as well, and Ada can see the gleam in her eyes as she gazes at Ada from between her thighs. Lotti's fingers stroke inside her and gradually gain intensity, and Ada melts at the touch.
Ada's thighs shake as she comes, and she pants with her eyes half-shut. Lotti, however, isn't done. It's her turn, and she lets Ada know with a quick peck on the lips. The blonde opens her eyes and lets her fingers trace along Lotti's hips, eventually finding their mark, and Lotti presses into the touch, guiding Ada's hand to the sweet spots, and despite Ada's virginal touch, it isn't long before Lotti is thrilled as well.
The Baskerville doesn't remain long after the act. It's too risky, and besides, Ada knows the older woman doesn't want to get attached to her. Ada is left in her room with heat on her skin and the smell of love making on her sheets. She never asks for more; she knows she won't get anything but sex, and besides, she isn't sure she wants anything else from Lotti.