Delia felt heavy as an elephant, like she was being weighed down on the bed, sprawled on her back. Just lifting her arm to wipe the sleep from her eyes was a mission. She gave an experimental wriggle. Everything was working but…urrgh God her lower back was sore, her hamstrings and inner thighs hurt and…yeah her buttocks weren't particularly happy with her either. Apparently last night was a bit on the strenuous side.

For Patsy too, if the deadweight of the redhead against her side was any indication.

Delia cracked one eye open and immediately closed it again. Excellent. They'd left the bedroom curtain open last night, and the light from Patsy's enchanted window was flooding in. Carefully, she opened one eye again. Judging from the position of the light it was afternoon. Thank Merlin for summer holidays. They had nowhere to be and no-one to see. They could spend the whole day in bed if they wanted to.

Looking around it was clear they'd had a fun night, even without the memories to back it up. Discarded clothes marked a trail from the sitting room to the bed, the blanket had been dumped on the floor, the bottom sheet had come untucked, showing off flashes of the mattress, and the top sheet was wrapped haphazardly around Delia and her partner. Her eyes finally landed on the sexiest leg in the world, and followed it from it's delicate little toes, up to where the knee bent to rest over Delia's thighs and –

"Woah!"

Patsy stirred beside her. "What is it?" Her voice was husky with sleep. And probably how vocal she'd been a few hours before. "Oh," she exclaimed, suddenly much more awake. "Perfect, I was hoping we'd get a bit more playtime today," Patsy purred, nuzzling at Delia's neck as one hand stroked lazily across the brunette's abdomen.

Delia gasped as her body reacted to Patsy's attention. But she couldn't take her eyes off her own lap, with it's little tent made out of the bedsheets. This must be the "morning wood" her brother had always been so desperate to hide when their mam woke them up for school. "Looks like you were right," the brunette croaked. "Two leaves do last longer." Not to mention it made the transition significantly quicker and less uncomfortable.

"I was what Deels? Sorry, I didn't quite hear you," said Patsy, her eyes turned to the ceiling with a look of exaggerated innocence.

"Oh don't start." Delia rolled her eyes. "You're usually right, and I have no issue telling you so," Delia huffed.

Patsy giggled beside her. "I'm just playing darling," she purred, propping herself up on her elbow so she could lean in and kiss Delia properly.

They spent a few moments indulging in each other's warm sleepy softness, but the elephant in the room wasn't going anywhere.

"Do you want more time to wake up love?" asked Patsy, one hand creeping down Delia's thigh, making her bite her lip.

"I'm good!" she whimpered. "But aren't you sore after last night?"

"A little, but it's the good kind of sore," chuckled Patsy, nipping at Delia's earlobe. "You did most of the hard work anyway, so you can stay where you are."

"Mmm, well in that case, climb aboard sweetheart," Delia grinned, slapping her lap in invitation.

Patsy just squinted at her. "Where do you want me to sit?"

"Right here love," Delia patted her lap again. "It's ready and waiting for you."

Patsy shook her head. "I'm going to need you to be more specific than that Deels." The redhead dragged a single finger from Delia's collarbone down to her navel, taking the sheet with it and exposing all of Delia's torso.

"Oh come on Pats," Delia grumbled, her back arching slightly with Patsy's teasing.

"You can't keep referring to it by euphemisms Delia, it's time to start using grown-up words, especially given the use we put it to." And there was that fish hook smile, with the raised eyebrow.

Delia could only glower back, not appreciating this use of Patsy's more seductive facial expressions. But while she could admit there were some elements of using this herb that she still wasn't quite comfortable with, this element was a little silly by comparison.

"Please Deels?" Patsy pouted. "It sounds so very, very sexy when you say it." This was accompanied by an unbearably cute wrinkling of the redhead's nose as she hovered over Delia.

The Welsh witch rolled her eyes. "Fine then," she groaned quietly, and cleared her throat ready to drop the register of her voice. Taking a firm gentle grip of the hair on the back of Patsy's head, she pulled her closer watching her with hooded eyes. "Patsy, I want you to sit on my cock," she growled, trying to ignore the sense of dominance that rushed through her.

Patsy grinned back at her. "That's more like it," she breathed, surging forward to kiss the life out of Delia as she threw one leg over the brunette's hips, straddling her.

She didn't sit down though, instead she remained kneeling and Delia was not impressed. So she let her hands wander Patsy's body, caressing her all over until she reached her bum, and then she pulled her down but as usual, Patsy apparently had a plan.

"Mmm, not yet darling," purred Patsy, grasping Delia's wrists and pinning them to the pillows.

Oh! That kind of playtime.

"I've got a challenge for you, if you're willing?" murmured Patsy, drawing her nose up and down Delia's throat.

Delia only had to think about it for a couple of seconds. Chances were good she was about to be tied up, and while it would be unbearable not being allowed to touch Patsy, the redhead always worked her magic on her. "I'm willing," she said as clearly as she could, despite her throat tightening with excitement.

Patsy nodded. "Do you trust me?"

That one she didn't need to think about. "Always," Delia proclaimed.

Leaning down, Patsy gave her the tenderest kiss, and Delia could've just melted into the mattress. "Hands stay where they are, OK?"

Delia nodded, and Patsy released her, reaching under the pillow to retrieve her wand. Silently, she pointed the wand at each of Delia's wrists, and they were immediately secured to the headboard.

Smirking, Delia shook her head, in awe of Patsy's casting skills. "I fucking love it when you do that."

Holding back a smile of her own, Patsy flicked an eyebrow at her, before turning and doing the same to Delia's ankles.

Ooo! She was going all out today!

Looking very pleased with herself, Patsy shuffled back a little to settle on Delia's thighs. "So, your challenge is to let me orgasm first."

The image of a naked Patsy sitting on her, with Delia's sheet covered…cock standing tall in front of her was a little distracting, so it took her a moment to figure that one out. If she'd had her hands free that wouldn't be much of a challenge, but then her feet weren't free either.

"Not that I'm complaining about being tied up, but it makes it pretty difficult to fuck you."

"That's the point Deels," Patsy chuckled, leaning forwards, the brunette's erection brushing her abdomen as she kissed Delia. "You did all the work last night, so now it's my turn. All you have to do, is try not to come."

Delia gulped. So far, that had proven quite a tall order.

"It's just for fun Deels, I promise," Patsy murmured, littering tiny kisses on Delia's chin. "It means nothing if you can't, I'm just curious to see if you can."

Taking a deep breath, Delia leaned into Patsy's sweet kisses. And the redhead was right, of course. She was being a little hard on herself, especially given as this was only the second time she'd had a dick! "Alright, challenge accepted."

A grin spread across Patsy's face that she quickly tried to suppress. "Are you sure?"

Delia nodded. "I want to see what emyou/em can do with this thing."

"Oh really?" Patsy chuckled, kissing her way across Delia's jaw. "Challenge accepted then." Finally, she covered Delia, trapping their prize between them and swallowing Delia's resulting gasp with a kiss.

Delia couldn't have held back her groan if she wanted to when Patsy started moving against her, her hips gently rocking against the solid protrusion between them, pressing her breasts to Delia's. Already Delia found herself pulling against her restraints, wanting to hold Patsy, add a little more pressure to her movements, stroke her silky skin. She whimpered her frustration.

Thankfully, Patsy wasn't in one of her teasing moods. She broke the kiss, gazing down at Delia from beneath heavy eyelids, her lips kiss swollen. "Can you help me with something?" she asked.

Delia was nodding before she even finished the question. "Anything." With the small range available to her courtesy of the ropes, she tipped her pelvis up.

Patsy smiled, biting her lower lip as she pressed down to meet Delia's offering. It made them both draw a deep breath.

The redhead squeezed her eyes and cleared her throat. "Someone eager to get to the meat of it?" she smirked.

"Wow that one was terrible," Delia chuckled. "You did ask for my help, I assumed that was what you meant," she quipped with her own cheeky flick of the eyebrow.

"All in good time darling, however, until then," she pushed herself up to sitting, settling in exactly the right place to make Delia groan. "Do you think you could help with these?" Patsy brought her hands up to her own breasts, caressing them, squeezing them, and Delia couldn't take her eyes off the delicious spectacle. She'd forgotten how amazing it felt to watch Patsy touch herself. It made her insides hot and squirmy, and normally it would make her very wet, so she wasn't too surprised to feel herself stiffen even further, trying to rise higher. Apparently Patsy noticed this too, if her pursed lips and arched back where anything to go by.

"You see…" she started, voice a little croaky, "when I do this…" She tweaked and pinched her nipples into peaks, and Delia almost swallowed her tongue. "…It just…doesn't do much for me," fibbed the taller woman, her cheeks colouring and hips starting up a gentle roll.

"Give 'em here!" squeaked Delia, swallowing hard to avoid drowning in her own saliva.

"You think you can do something with them?" Patsy asked with exaggerated curiosity.

Delia rolled her eyes. "Yes, now come down here!"

Leaning forward, Patsy rested on her hands. Delia growled, her love's breasts hanging just out of reach. "Patsy," she said warningly.

The redhead leant down a bit lower, low enough for Delia to kiss the swell of her breast, before pulling away. If Patsy was going to be obnoxious about this, then so was Delia. Straining against her bonds, she managed to bring her lips into contact with the silky skin just below Patsy's nipple and she sucked as much of it into her mouth as she could.

Patsy yelped above her, before drawing a shaking breath. "Not quite the treatment I was expecting Deels, but it'll do," chuckled Patsy, pressing back against Delia's pelvis.

Delia rolled her eyes again, wanting to point out that she'd have been more than happy to give Patsy the treatment she wanted if Patsy hadn't been playing silly buggers, but that required her to release her mouthful, and with Patsy starting to grind on her as the suction began to grow painful, Delia was finding it hard enough to hold on. A bit longer, and the mark would be deep and dark, and Patsy's nipple would be so sensitive Delia might just win the challenge without embarrassing herself.

Patsy's brow was starting to tense, the occasional flinch glancing across her face as her motions pulled against the suction. That should be enough. Delia released Patsy's breast, and the redhead hissed. No doubt it was stinging, so Delia blew cool air over the red mark she'd left, trying to soothe it so she could focus somewhere else.

Patsy gradually relaxed, smiling down at Delia sweetly. "Thank you darling."

"You're welcome," Delia chirped, and as Patsy started leaning down for a kiss Delia made her move, latching onto her nipple, her tongue swirling fast.

"Oh you…sneaky!…" exclaimed Patsy, dropping to rest on her elbows, one hand wrapping round the back of the brunette's head, whether supporting her or holding her where she wanted Delia, the Welsh witch wasn't sure, but her lover was sighing, so she didn't really care. Delia changed to flicking her tongue up and down instead, and Patsy arched against her, groaning quietly.

"Yes Deels," breathed the redhead. "That's what I want."

Delia grinned away as she suckled and flicked. It still made her feel very proud when Patsy enjoyed what she did to her, no matter how well she knew her. Not being able to touch her love was still frustrating, but also tantalising because she knew it would feel incredible when she was finally able to do so.

Patsy was so distracted by her own pleasure that her whole body was undulating against Delia, her sex slipping back and forth over Delia's dick, the only thing between them an increasingly damp sheet. Delia groaned her own pleasure into the breast she was at risk of being smothered by.

If that was how she was destined to go, then who was she to complain!

Sucking a little harder, Delia just had to wait. Patsy's body was growing tense against her, and her breath was getting faster. Delia was going to win this challenge.

And then Patsy pulled away, her nipple leaving Delia's mouth with a wet pop as she scrambled up to her hands and knees, shaking and panting. She glowered down at a stunned Delia, but she couldn't keep the smirk off her face for long.

"I know what you're trying to do, you sneaky little minx." Her voice was deliciously husky, and the hungry look on Patsy's face sent a thrill though Delia. "Did you think I'd let you get off that easily?" The redhead grinned wickedly, leaning down to rest her forehead to Delia's, watching her intently, and Delia couldn't help squirming.

Patsy was so close, hovering over her, making her wait.

She didn't know if the taller woman was going to do something or she was just letting the tension build. If she weren't tied down she'd have pulled Patsy close already, moving things along. But of course that was the whole point of being tied, she was at Patsy's mercy. Yes, she could say something, but she wanted to see what Patsy would do.

It was almost anticlimactic when Patsy brought their lips together in a sweet and tender kiss. Not that Delia would ever take any kiss with Patsy for granted. Just her body was screaming for more, and Patsy's must have been too, she'd been about to come for heaven's sake! The brunette tried to deepen the kiss, but Patsy wasn't having it, pulling away just enough to keep the kiss light, but not break it.

It was too much for Delia. "Pats please!" she whimpered, trying to get closer to the woman she loved.

Mercifully, Patsy intensified their kiss, shifting above Delia, and the prone woman felt the sheet being tugged away. Finally, the redhead covered Delia with zero barriers, the curls at the apex of her thighs cushioning Delia's erection, allowing their bodies to move a little more easily together.

Delia was itching to wrap her arms around Patsy, but she was entirely in the redhead's hands. The absence of any physical influence over the lovemaking was daunting and frustrating, but also thrilling, and, if she could relax into it, freeing. But right now she was focusing so hard on Patsy, trying so hard to read her body language, both to make sure she was actually enjoying herself, and to try and work out what she'd do next. Yet the breath was still startled out of her when Patsy's hand wrapped around her penis.

"Breathe please Deels," Patsy chuckled, tracing the shape of Delia's nose with her own as she lifted her hips.

Delia nodded hard, gasping down air, trying to ignore the feel of Patsy's hand gently squeezing her, of the head of her dick sliding up and down Patsy's drenched and swollen intimate flesh. Even Patsy's hot breath on her skin was nearly too much as the redhead guided her into position. Delia wrapped her fingers around the ropes securing her to the bed in a white knuckle grip just in time for Patsy to carefully back herself onto Delia's cock. Patsy pressed her forehead to Delia's temple, breathing deeply as her body welcomed the brunette, even as Delia's head fell back, a low groan tumbling from her open mouth as she filled her lover. It was still an incredibly overwhelming sensation, joining their bodies like this. She could feel so much more, and it made her eyes roll back in her head.

When Patsy was finally seated, they took a moment to breathe, to relax. Delia wasn't the only one experiencing intense sensations. Patsy sex was twitching and fluttering around her as it got used to the extra fullness. But then Delia's breath caught when a particularly ardent squeeze felt deliberate.

Patsy giggled softly by her ear, kissing Delia's jaw so lightly it tickled. "Alright?"

"Uh huh," whispered Delia, tipping her head to the side so Patsy would kiss her neck, while also bracing herself for what was to come.

Very carefully, very slowly, Patsy began circling her hips, and placing tender open mouth kisses to Delia's throat, the brunette released a long shaking breath, her body melting into the bed even as fizzes of electricity started humming along her nerves. This was nice. She liked this. Stimulating, but not overwhelming.

Patsy hummed against her skin. "You feel really good Deels," she murmured, lightly sucking at Delia's pulse point.

"So do you sweetheart." Needing to be at least a little active in Patsy's building pleasure, Delia ever so gently rocked her pelvis in time with Patsy's circles, hoping to intensify the redhead's experience slightly, even as she nudged her face to lovers, seeking her lips. She could almost taste Patsy's smile, the taller woman's hand coming up to tangle in Delia's thick dark hair. Genuinely, Delia felt like they would happily do this for hours and hours, just enjoying each other, their connection, moving lazily together.

And so they did, for at least a little while, relishing the chance to do their own thing, with no other concerns or commitments. Delia wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, 5 minutes? 10? But at some point Patsy deepened the kiss, exchanging her gentle circles for a slightly more insistent roll. It made the brunette whimper as her dick slipped further up and down, held snuggly by Patsy's inner softness. It felt like a switch had been flipped inside her, soft and gentle stimulation wasn't enough anymore, she wanted to feel everything.

Digging her heels into the mattress, she bucked her hips as hard as she could manage without the assistance of her knees.

Patsy gasped as she lost her balance, a low moan escaping her when Delia bucked again, and again. "Hey!" she frowned, despite the grin on her face. "You're supposed to – arghhhh – to be letting me do all the work!"

Delia squeezed her eyes shut. Every time her hips met Patsy's it resulted in the most amazing wet slapping noise. It made her want to go faster. Harder.

But doing this spreadeagled was already making her legs burn. "Just wanna make you feel good!" she grunted, pulling at the ropes.

"Shhhh!" implored Patsy, leaning in to give Delia a fiery but swift kiss. "Settle down love, you always make me feel good," she murmured, sitting up and settling over Delia's hips.

The smaller woman continued to buck… or at least tried to. With Patsy upright her legs just gave up, and she was left lying there panting and frustrated. "Patsy!" she whined, flailing her limbs as much as the ropes would allow.

"Let me do it," smirked Patsy, kissing her own finger and pressing it to Delia's lips. "I'll take good care of you."

Delia huffed, but nodded reluctantly, surrendering. As she took a breath, Patsy started to rock, back and forth, back and forth. Sparkles immediately exploded behind her eyelids and she wanted to growl again. Why Patsy was ever worried she wasn't very good at sex was absolutely beyond Delia. The redhead always knew what to do, what would feel incredible. Forcing her eyes open, she found Patsy grinning down at her, her hands resting on Delia's sternum, her boobs swaying gently between her arms. Fuck the woman was a stunner! Letting her eyes drift lower, Delia was entranced by the way her love's soft belly moved as her hips rolled. She had to remember to give that gorgeous expanse of skin some appreciation when she got her hands back. Glancing lower still, Delia nearly swallowed her tongue. Patsy was very firmly seated over her pelvis, but just knowing what the redhead was seated on made every move she made absolutely mind blowing. A significant part of Delia's body was actually inside Patsy's sex right now, and she was riding it!

The brunette felt like she was swelling, and not just her cock, her whole body, pleasure and pressure building up inside her, expressing itself in a drawn out cry, like a tea kettle.

"Delia don't you dare!" panted Patsy. "I know you can do it Deels, I know you can wait."

Biting down hard on her lip, Delia groaned in frustration. She knew how to hold off when they had sex in their usual ways but this emthing/em felt at least three times more! "I'm… I'm trying!" she gasped.

Watching Patsy wasn't helping, and, shit, closing her eyes wouldn't help because she'd just be even more focused on how exquisite it felt every time Patsy's sex fluttered around her as she moved inside her, how divine she sounded… Fuck this wasn't going to work! Growling loudly, Delia averted her eyes staring into the shadows of the ceiling. She could just make out a crack in the plasterwork. And another, and a third, fourth… She needed to have a word with Fred, five… six, 7000, 8000, 9000 she found herself counting, and the sensations rampaging through her body felt a little muffled. She was aware that Patsy had sped up, that she was moaning and whimpering almost continuously, that her sex was starting to clench… But Delia gritted her teeth and kept counting, examining the walls and the ceiling.

And she was doing quite well until her nipples were pinched. Crashing back into the moment she realised she was shaking with the effort of holding back, her cock absolutely throbbing as Patsy rode it hard. She couldn't help crying out as the fullness of the sensations flooded back, now joined by the twisting of her nipples as Patsy leaned lightly on her breasts, kneading them like dough.

"Fu… Pats!" she panted, her whole body tightening.

"Not yet darling, please!" Patsy's face was red and glistening with sweat, her mouth hanging open and her brow tight. Delia knew that face. Patsy was ready to come!

The image magnified everything she was feeling and now there was nothing she could do. Heat rushed through her as her body tried to coil, broken sounds forcing their way out of her mouth.

"Wait Deels!" Patsy pleaded, voice high and tight. "I'm nearly –"

But it was no good. Delia arched hard as Patsy desperately tried to finish. The brunette didn't recognise the guttural sound that tore it's way out of her throat. Her vision got dark around the edges as she tried desperately to drag in air to keep up with how hard her heart was pounding. Coming like this was indescribable. It sat somewhere on the border between pleasure and pain, and there was so much of it. Patsy taking what she needed from her was drawing it out. But Delia's screaming muscles could only hold this level of tension for so long, and when they quit her body frantically tried to disperse the sensations. Her hips bucked wildly, her arms and legs flexing as much as they could.

Patsy's increasing cries finally filtered through to her brain, the stinging pain of the redhead's nails digging into her breasts, and her sex clenching rhythmically around her dick. Delia's senses were already overwhelmed, but she needed to do something quick if she was going to give Patsy what she needed.

"Patsy release me please!" she squeaked, her eyes screwed shut.

"I…ahhh…rrr…renodo!" Patsy gasped, and Delia's bindings vanished.

In an instant, the brunette's hands were on her partner's hips, her knees bent and feet pressing into the mattress, she pistoned into the taller woman hard and fast.

Patsy's cries turned to shrieks as she fell forward, supporting herself on her hands and pressing back to meet every thrust of Delia's pelvis.

For Delia it was the sweetest torture, a race against time now she was spent, but behind Patsy's vocalisations was that incredible slapping noise again as their hips met, and from beneath hooded eyelids she watched Patsy's breasts sway with every impact. Patsy wasn't shrieking anymore, fragmented whimpers, whines, and possibly words, were all she could manage, so taking a deep breath and holding it, she gave the redhead all she had!

It started with Patsy's hips spasming erratically, followed by a low cry spilling from the redhead that grew in pitch as well as volume, and then her inner muscles clamped down on Delia, forcing a grunt from the Welsh witch who held on tight to her love as her convulsions grew and spread. Patsy in her ecstasy was Delia's favourite part of sex and she was frustrated that she couldn't enjoy the moment as she usually would, but although she could barely open her eyes to watch, the feeling of Patsy writhing above and around her held it's own appeal, even as the intense sensations it invoked were just too much for her. Once more, Delia found herself shaking, but Patsy collapsed on top of her soon after. Desperate for all the contact she could get, Delia wrapped her arms tight around Patsy, the redhead still whimpering quietly with the after-shocks, nuzzling in under Delia's chin, heavy breaths raising goosebumps on the smaller woman's chest. They stayed that way for a while, content in their close quiet.

When her brain cleared enough to let her talk, Delia buried her nose in Patsy's hair, absorbing the calming, comforting scent of the woman she loved. "Sorry," she cringed.

"Deels," started Patsy, in that way that meant she was probably rolling her eyes. "You have nothing to be sorry about. I already told you it didn't matter." She gave Delia a squeeze, her lips littering the brunette's collarbone with little kisses.

"I know, I just wanted to give you what you wanted," murmured Delia, the fingertips of one hand tracing up and down her partner's back.

"Really Delia," Patsy pushed up onto her elbows, bestowing an indulgent smile on Delia. "All I want is to have some fun with you, and that you definitely managed." She grinned, leaning in to kiss Delia deeply.

Delia groaned into the kiss, her hands clutching at Patsy's back. Fuck she loved this woman more than she ever thought possible. Just her touch could make Delia feel fizzy all over. Which meant that her kiss…

Patsy pulled away a little, wide-eyed, a smirk pulling at her lips. "Again darling?" she asked, her voice husky but amused. "Already?"

Delia just shrugged, one hand surreptitiously drifting down the redhead's back. "It's just the effect you have on me sweetheart," she said, feeling cocky, in more ways than one, as she firmly grasped Patsy's bum.

"Is that so?" Patsy giggled, pressing her body to Delia's, the very tip of her tongue flicking out to wet her lips.

"Very so," croaked Delia, sitting up so sharply she accidentally unseated the redhead. No matter, she was going to make up for it. She started by pressing light kisses to Patsy's jaw, her fingernails scratching gently over her hips. Patsy sighed, relaxing against the smaller woman. Good. That meant she was interested in more.

"So what are you going to do with that effect?" Patsy asked, her fingers skimming up and down the back of Delia's neck, tugging gently at her baby hairs, her nose tracing the shape of the brunette's ear.

Delia breathed deeply, absorbing the moment, her heart full. "Worship you, of course." Her lips attached to Patsy's throat, sucking firmly at the taller woman's fair skin, the flutter of her pulse strong against her tongue. Patsy sighed, head lolling back as she held onto Delia, pressing up against her as the Welsh witch's hands wandered, raising goosebumps all over Patsy's body. When Delia's lips released, she took a moment to admire the dark bruise blooming on her love's neck. Just a little reminder of what they'd been up to. She laved the mark with her tongue, soothing it, making Patsy shiver.

"Pleased with your work?" Patsy purred, happily showing off her throat. Delia nodded, and Patsy pulled her into a kiss that made Delia's toes curl.

Holding her love tight, Delia eased Patsy onto her back, settling between her thighs. The redhead's hands stroked firmly over Delia's shoulders, and down her upper arms.

"You feel so good Delia," Patsy whispered beatifically, brushing her nose against the brunette's, and Delia felt herself swell. "Can we stay this way forever?" she asked, fingertips drawing patterns over Delia's triceps.

"I'd like that," Delia chuckled, shifting to cradle Patsy's shoulders as she placed loving kisses to the redhead's cheek bones.

"Good, that's settled then." Patsy smiled as she wrapped her arms around Delia's neck. "Now, please make love to me Deels." And she pulled the brunette into a kiss that was both searing and tender.

If Patsy wanted to be made love to, then Delia knew there was little urgency, and she could savour the experience. She arched against her love as they kissed, wanting to be as close as their bodies were able, wishing they could merge. That was how much she loved Patsy, and the deepening of the redhead's breaths as their tongues moved languidly against each other reassured Delia that Patsy felt the same. And Patsy's thighs were beginning to tighten against the brunette's hips, her pelvis tilting subtly, unconsciously seeking more.

Very slowly, Delia drew the backs of her fingers down Patsy's side, relishing every little twitch of muscle as she went. She already knew Patsy was wet and wanting, it was smudging all over her abdomen as they moved together, but she wanted to witness it with her fingers, as she had hundreds of times before. Patsy inhaled sharply through her nose when Delia parted her, bringing her hand up to the Welsh witch's cheek as the kiss intensified. Patsy's obvious anticipation excited Delia, even more so when her fingers were enveloped by the redhead's slick warmth. It never ceased to amaze her that this bodily response was partially her own fault, that she excited Patsy enough that her body prepared this much. As the sticky wet sounds her fingers made stroking Patsy's folds met her ears, Delia groaned long and low, and her dick grew even harder, eager to bring Patsy pleasure. Just because she could, Delia brought her fingers to Patsy's entrance, and pressed inside her. Patsy tensed and whimpered, hips tilting up to meet Delia's hand. Delia held her breath as she slipped slowly deeper. She loved this bit, the gentle squeezing around her fingers as Patsy's body drew her in. There was no need to thrust this time, Patsy would be getting plenty of that soon. But there was one thing her fingers could do that a dick couldn't. Withdrawing just a little, her fingers found that special, smooth patch inside Patsy, and gently crooked against it. Patsy hummed against her lips, arching gently, and Delia took that as encouragement to continue. So she started a nice, calm, steady rhythm of strokes that quickly had Patsy sighing, and lazily writhing beneath her.

"Yes Deels, oh yes," Patsy breathed, pressing her forehead to Delia's, colour growing in her cheeks. "Don't stop darling…please."

"Whatever you want sweetheart," Delia grinned as Patsy tucked her face into the crook between Delia's neck and shoulder, her lips teasing at the brunette's skin, holding her tight.

There was nowhere else Delia could possibly want to be right now.

Her hips were pressing lightly behind her hand, lending pressure to her palm, which sat over Patsy's clit, providing a little external stimulation as they moved together.

Patsy moaned into Delia's shoulder, one hand clutching at the back of her neck, her body starting to tighten.

Delia drew a deep breath, savouring the velveteen, warm, wet squeezing massaging her fingers as she massaged Patsy's sensitive flesh. "Is that good Pats?" she murmured, nuzzling red hair.

"Uh huh," whimpered Patsy, rolling down harder on Delia's fingers, lifting her head enough to bring her lips to the brunette's ear. "You're going to make me come Delia…You're going to make me come," she moaned, hot, heavy breaths gusting over the smaller woman's jaw.

The declaration sent a pulse through Delia's body, her cock, which she'd done a damn good job of ignoring until now, throbbing relentlessly. She had to bite down hard on her lip to draw her focus elsewhere. Patsy's head fell back, her breath quickening as her knees squeezed around Delia's hips. The luscious expanse of throat now presented to Delia couldn't be ignored, so her tongue started painting patterns, Patsy's sex getting tighter and tighter around her fingers. And yet they would not let up on that special part of her body. Delia knew all too well what the right kind of attention could make it do.

"Deels! Deels!" Patsy cried, body tensing, and one hand drop onto the pillow, her grip on it white knuckled.

Not long now. Not long at all.

And then Patsy arched hard, a strangled groan rumbling in her chest, and up her throat. Her legs kicked out, rucking up the sheets as they flexed. There'd be fingertip shaped bruises on the back of Delia's neck later, but her own fingers didn't stop, pushing the redhead further and further until…

Patsy gasped, and Delia felt a rush of liquid, coating her up to the wrist. Patsy's body crunched in on itself, her legs wrapping tight around Delia's waist even as her arms secured themselves around her neck, holding the brunette as close as she could as she shook and convulsed.

"I've got you sweetheart, I've got you," Delia murmured, more than content to hold the redhead as she put herself back together.

When Patsy finally emerged, a blissed out smile covered her face, and she pulled Delia into a sweet kiss. She radiated contentment and satiation. Or so Delia thought.

"I want more Delia," Patsy moaned against the brunette's lips.

Delia chuckled disbelievingly as she nuzzled her favourite person. "Wow Pats. You are just insatiable today, huh!"

"It's just the effect you have on me darling," Patsy said, the smile on her face morphing into a devilish grin.

Delia rolled her eyes. "Is that so," she deadpanned, a bemused smirk pulling at her lips.

"Mm-hmm," Patsy purred, twirling Delia's hair around one finger. "We haven't made full use of the effect I have on you yet." She wriggled her hips to emphasise a point, squeezing down on Delia's finger's still buried deep inside her.

The sensation was relayed straight to Delia's dick, making her breath catch as it twitched insistently.

"What do you say Deels?" purred Patsy, pulling Delia closer with her legs. "One more round before the Spinster's Glee wears off?"

Swallowing hard at the hungry and mischievous look on Patsy's face, Delia nodded. "Yup…Sure, whatever you want Pats," she squeaked.

Eyes locked onto Delia's, Patsy allowed just enough space between them for her hand to drift down her front, grasp Delia's wrist and draw the brunette's fingers from her body, then bring those fingers back up to her mouth. The two digits disappeared into Patsy's hot, wet mouth, her lips sealing around them as the redhead sucked and licked them clean. Delia whimpered. If her cock hadn't been hard before it certainly was now, and she suspected she might be drooling as she watched Patsy, wide eyed and slack-jawed. The very second Patsy's lips relaxed, Delia whipped her fingers clear, crashing their mouths together, groaning as she lapped up the redhead's taste. Delia's still wet fingers found their way to her cock, stroking it carefully, making sure it was ready for Patsy. The taller woman shifted beneath her, getting comfortable, but also seeking out Delia's throbbing appendage, her hips curling up, trying to get closer.

Still kissing Patsy fiercely, Delia brought her dick to her lover's sex, parting her quickly, an appreciative whine escaping the brunette's nose when she discovered Patsy was still incredibly wet. Self-control fraying, she positioned herself at Patsy's entrance. "Alright?" she panted urgently into Patsy's mouth.

Patsy it seemed was loath to end the kiss and so nodded emphatically. Gentleness be damned. Delia had been as careful and controlled as she could be every time they made use of her penis so far. Patsy was ready and eager. She pushed forward, Patsy's body welcoming her inside.

For once she didn't wait for either of them to breathe, pulling back a bit only to press straight in again. Swallowing Patsy's cry, Delia found her rhythm.

"Yes!" whimpered Patsy. "Deels!…Oh fuck Deels!"

Delia shocked herself by growling into the kiss. Patsy just felt so…fucking…good! Just the way the slick walls of her sex held Delia, the redhead's ankles locked behind her back, her legs flexing so she could meet every thrust, the heat radiating off them both, their skin glistening with sweat as they moved. Patsy's fingers clutched at long dark hair, at the back of Delia's skull, keeping the Welsh witch where she wanted her, kissing the life out of her.

So Delia thrust harder, and Patsy gasped. "Oh…oh oh…"

Delia was astonished to realise her cock was meeting Patsy's cervix, that she was bottoming out! "You…are you okay?" she groaned, slowing down as much as she was able, which wasn't much.

"Yes!…Yes…fuuu…Please keep going Deels!" Patsy begged through clenched teeth.

That was all Delia needed to hear. She sped up again, and then some, kissing Patsy deeply even as the redhead's nails clawed her back. She didn't think she could ever get enough of this woman, and she let her body express that, grinding her pelvis into Patsy's swollen folds with every impact.

The redhead's breath was growing ragged, little exclamations of pleasure punctuating every exhalation even as she desperately tried to keep kissing Delia. Delia's pleasure was growing as well, but it felt different this time, less overwhelming, less all consuming. Despite the building pressure and singing nerves, she felt more able to focus on what Patsy wanted. And needed.

Ending the kiss, Delia registered Patsy's whimper of frustration, but ensured it was quickly replaced with a delighted moan as she began sucking fat wet kisses up and down her lover's delectable throat. Fingernails dragged up Delia's back, and the flash of pain made her hips jerk. Her groans harmonised with Patsy's cries as they rushed towards ecstasy together.

"Oh fuck!" Patsy gasped, her back arching sharply off the bed.

"What the…?!" whimpered Delia, forced to halt her movements by Patsy's sex slamming down around her, and legs locking at her waist.

The redhead panted hard, hips jerking spasmodically.

Delia closed her eyes and held on tight, letting Patsy work through this surprise orgasm. The sensation of Patsy's muscles clutching hard at her dick was…fucking intense, and she could probably tip over into her own orgasm quite easily, but for some reason…she didn't want to. Not yet.

When Patsy was mostly melted into the mattress, barring the occasional aftershock, Delia resumed kissing her love's throat as she caught her breath, delighting in the feel of her pulse thumping against her lips. "Didn't see that coming!" she muttered.

"You did it, you outlasted me," Patsy chuckled quietly, with a tipsy smile on her face, eyes barely open.

"Couldn't disappoint you again could I?" murmured Delia, kissing along a spectacularly defined jaw. Gentle hands on her cheeks caught her by surprise.

Patsy's eyes were still hooded when they met Delia's. "You never disappoint me Delia. You're too sweet and giving to do that." She drew Delia into a tender kiss, and her legs tightened, drawing them together, only for them to relax after a second, and then tighten again. Delia caught on, and picked up the slow and gentle rhythm. Patsy sighed against her lips, her legs settling a little higher as she allowed Delia to take care of her.

For Delia, it was bliss. She could absolutely see the appeal of making love like this, just being inside Patsy's body, for the sake of being close, and because it felt nice moving together like this, knowing that Patsy liked what she was doing.

But it was only a couple of minutes before Patsy's sighs became quiet moans. "Do you think you can keep going?"

Delia took a moment to check in with herself. Heat was simmering away in her abdomen, and if Patsy was calling the shots she suspected she would go off very quickly. But it seemed that she was in charge at the moment, and she'd already lasted longer than she expected so… "I think so," she breathed. "Do you want me to?"

Patsy nodded. "Only if you're sure. You feel amazing like this Delia."

The light fluttering around her dick went largely unnoticed, thanks to the way Delia's stomach dropped, embers of insecurity sparking to life. Did Patsy like it this way more?

Delia cleared her throat. "I'll do my best." She tried to take comfort in the soft smile Patsy gave her.

"That's all I will ever ask of you darling."

"How do you want it?" Delia asked hesitantly, focusing hard on maintaining the rhythm they'd already established.

Patsy stretched as she joined her hands behind Delia's neck. "Mmm, surprise me. You've already given me three orgasms and you've only had one, so have some fun. I'm sure I'll enjoy it."

Delia didn't know what to do with that, she was thinking too much now. She needed to switch her mind off and let her body do it's thing. So she started by simply speeding up.

Patsy hummed her appreciation, dragging her teeth over her luscious bottom lip. "You can do whatever you want to me Deels," Patsy murmured, drawing patterns on Delia's back with her fingertips. "I'll tell you if I don't like it. You can let go."

Apparently that was exactly what she needed to hear for now, and Delia allowed her body to take the lead. Withdrawing from Patsy's sex, and dislodging her legs and arms, she rushed up to kneeling, shuffling up the bed until her knees bracketed the redhead's hips. Delia's eyes wandered Patsy's front, taking her in in all her flushed, glistening beauty as she guided her legs back around her waist. She focused on Patsy's face, and her amusement, as she took hold of her firm, well lubricated cock, searching out her love's entrance by touch only.

"Still not comfortable looking at it?" asked Patsy.

Delia shrugged, instead choosing to shift her hips forward and enter her lover. Her teeth were clenched, but she watched Patsy's breasts rise and fall as she breathed deeply, biting her lip the whole time. There was nothing about this woman she didn't adore, and her hand slipped over Patsy's hips to reach one of her favourite features. She loved squeezing Patsy's bum, and she took handfuls of it now, lifting Patsy's pelvis, pulling her towards her so that her bum sat sweetly in Delia's lap.

"What are you doing?" Patsy chuckled from where she now lay just below the pillows.

"I, err, I have no idea," admitted Delia.

Patsy giggled, tugging a pillow down to rest beneath her head. "In that case, I'm looking forward to finding out with you."

The giggles that surged up inside her caught Delia entirely by surprise, as she found herself shaking with laughter, Patsy heartily joining in.

Eventually wiping away a tear, Delia grinned down at Patsy. "This is all pretty ridiculous, isn't it."

"Indeed, sex generally is," smiled Patsy, her voice still laced with mirth. "But it's fun, and it's with you Deels. That's all I care about."

Delia shook her head indulgently. "I love you Pats."

"I love you too," Patsy replied, using a single finger to beckon Delia closer.

Obediently, Delia leant forward, but halted when a wide eyed Patsy's mouth dropped open. "Are you alright?"

Patsy took a deep breath. "Uh huh!" she nodded, reaching up and taking hold of the back of Delia's neck, pulling her towards her, groaning deeply. "Very alright," she whimpered, craning up to meet Delia's lips.

Patsy's hips were rolling already, and even as the exploration of the redhead's tongue in Delia's mouth made the Welsh witch's brain fizzy, she deduced it must be the angle. This angle must be doing something for Patsy. And she liked it so…yeehaw!

Propping herself up on one hand, the other still quite content holding Patsy's bum, Delia started to rock her hips in time with Patsy's movements. The taller woman cried into Delia's mouth, even as a strangled whimper tried to escape it. It really did hit different! And it was good! For both of them.

So good apparently that Patsy gave up on the kiss and fell back onto the bed, mouth open and panting hard. "Arghh arghh! Deels!" she breathed, her hands scrambling for something to hold onto, eventually finding Delia's knees.

"I know sweetheart," Delia winced as fingernails dug into her skin again.

The hint of pain drove her to speed up. Fuck she just loved the way Patsy's sex held her. Her eyes landed on Patsy's breasts. By Hecate they were magnificent. The way they moved with every thrust of Delia's hips was just mesmerising. Tingles of pleasure were seeping into her limbs, and her mouth watered, so without a moment's hesitation, Delia fell on them, greedily sucking a nipple and it's surrounding flesh into her mouth.

"Oh!" Patsy cried, one hand tangling in Delia's hair. "Yes! Yes!"

Frantically, Delia licked, flicked, and suckled at Patsy's nipple before leaving a trail of sloppy kisses across the redhead's chest to give the other nipple the same treatment. Patsy groaned long and low as her back arched, head tipped back. Her heels were pressing into Delia's arse, her pelvis tipped up as her sex fluttered.

"Harder Deels! Harder!" she whined, and Delia gladly obliged.

She hammered into the redhead's body, her tongue keeping time with her hips. The pressure was building in her pelvis now, radiating heat into her legs. She wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to last, groaning around Patsy's nipple.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Patsy gasped, her legs slipping down to the bed as she started to shake. Delia felt her feet scrabbling at the sheets either side of her, trying to steady herself and find that perfect arched position she'd been in before. When she did find it, straining up on her toes, she cried out again.

Delia loved that sound! But she loved the expression on Patsy's face when she made it even more!

Dislodging Patsy's hand from her hair, Delia released her mouthful and sat back on her heels, her free hand caressing the redhead's gorgeous belly at last. Patsy's face was marred by a frown, but it didn't last long when Delia grabbed the redhead's bum with both hands, lifting her, supporting her. She watched on in wonder as Patsy's eyes rolled back.

"Oh God…Oh God!" Patsy exclaimed, her hands resorting to clutching the sheets. "Delia!…Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Delia didn't need telling twice. Squeezing her eyes shut and holding tight, Delia fucked Patsy. The redhead's vocalisations were magnificent, although muffled by the rushing of blood in Delia's ears. The pressure, the intensity, was rising really fast. The muscles in Delia's pelvis were tensing, and hints of euphoria were whispering up her spine into the back of her skull.

She wanted to focus on everything; the feel of Patsy's wetness all over her belly, the slapping of her hips meeting Patsy's, the mouthwatering smell of sex all around them, the magnificent way Patsy was moving, writhing, in response to Delia fucking her silly. But she didn't dare focus on any of it, because Patsy needed to come first.

So she started counting her breaths as she pulled at Patsy's hips.

"Yes…yes…yes…" Patsy whimpered, her sex pulsing in a way Delia couldn't breathe her way out of.

"A shit!" Delia whined, the coil in her abdomen tightening suddenly. "Pats I'm gonna come!"

"Ahhhh! Wait!…Hold on just a moment darling please!" cried Patsy.

Delia doubted she had it in her. But she caught the movement of Patsy's hand as it released it's white knuckled grip on the sheet, shakily finding its way to where the bodies met, only to start rubbing circles over Patsy's swollen bud.

"Oh my God," Delia breathed, open mouthed and mesmerised.

"You like that?" panted Patsy, the rocking of her hips speeding up as her pleasure climbed.

Delia nodded, her eyes glued to her love's sex as the redhead stimulated herself. She was aware that barely an inch below Patsy's fingers, her cock was pistoning in and out of the woman's tightening hole. Despite her ongoing discomfort with the sight of it, Delia had to look. She nearly swallowed her tongue, and it felt like her eyes were going to bug out of her head.

"Impressive, isn't it?" husked Patsy, and Delia could hear the smugness in her voice.

It was…mind boggling. This flushed, hard…thing was a part of her body! And it was driving into Patsy's body. And Patsy liked it! She really liked it if the way her sex was clutching it was any indication. Delia could feel so much, she could feel how incredible Patsy's body was every time it disappeared inside –

Delia's body curled in on itself violently, hips spasming upwards as something between a grunt and a groan caught in her throat. She felt like she was in a pressure cooker, heat and intensity rolling over and through her as she clutched Patsy's hips, pulling her hard to meet her final thrusts.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" Patsy gasped, her hand blurring as she rushed to join Delia. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Ahh ahh…Fffffuck!" Throwing her head back she cried and gasped out her pleasure.

When her legs gave out, Delia held on tight. Her own orgasm wasn't ebbing, and now Patsy's sex was milking her for all she was worth. Fuck it was immense. Patsy felt so fucking good, writhing uncontrollably in her lap, rippling around her cock. Delia could barely breathe for how incredible it felt. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she pulled at Patsy, giving them both as much as she could from this moment. Everything sounded fantastic; Patsy's cries, the squeaking of the bed, the wet sticky noises of their bodies moving together, the urgent movement of Patsy's fingers against her clit –

Something warm and wet sprayed over Delia's belly. Her eyes snapped open in time to witness fluid gushing out of Patsy with every thrust of her dick! Holy shit! Patsy was squirting again! The realisation sent another orgasmic pulse through her body that she didn't have the breath to vocalise. She felt like she was going to explode she was that filled with energy, everything was throbbing and she couldn't do anything about it.

Finally, she had little choice but to give up and collapse in a convulsing heap on top of Patsy. The redhead was still spasming, still gasping out indignant cries. All they could do was twitch and writhe together until their muscles couldn't twitch and writhe anymore, an exhausted stillness settling over them.

Patsy's hand found one of Delia's, and interlaced their fingers, Delia giving it a firm squeeze in acknowledgement. It was sometime before either recovered enough to speak.

"That was…phenomenal," Patsy croaked, sighing.

"Uh huh," Delia managed to whimper against the redhead's breast.

"Are you alright down there love?" Patsy chuckled, her free hand making its way onto Delia's back, playing lazily with her hair.

"Yeah," Delia declared. "Just not sure I can move any time soon."

Patsy chuckled again, leaning down to kiss the top of the brunette's head. "That's fine by me darling," she said softly. "I adore being this close to you. You really do feel wonderful inside me Delia." She peppered Delia's hairline with tiny kisses as her fingers wandered her shoulder blades.

Delia's stomach dropped again, anxiety and disappointment squirming inside her. "So does that mean you prefer me with a dick?"

The dead silence only made her feel sick. Either Patsy hadn't heard her, or she was looking for a way to let her down gently.

"What?" Patsy finally asked incredulously.

"Do you prefer it when…when I fuck you with a dick?" Delia asked, her throat growing tight and her eyes stinging.

Rather than answering the question, Patsy laughed. As in full on belly laugh, her whole body shaking again. Delia felt blood rush to her face, a frown deeply creasing her forehead as she struggled to lift her head. Patsy's hands were clamped over her mouth as she guffawed, tears streaming down her face.

The Welsh witch had no idea how to interpret this reaction but she didn't like it. Forcing herself up on shaking arms she shuffled sideways off of Patsy, but she found herself held in place by the redhead's legs wrapping around her waist again.

"No no! I'm sorry darling!" Patsy gasped, holding onto Delia with one hand while the other wiped away tears.

Delia blinked back tears of her own. "I don't know what would be that funny about this."

Chest heaving, Patsy tried to catch her breath a little before answering. "Well, it's certainly not you love, though I usually find you very amusing."

"Then what?"

Patsy brought her hands to Delia's cheek as she gazed earnestly up at the brunette. "That I'd prefer you as anything or anyone other than you. I mean, this," she pulled her legs tighter, Delia's spent appendage moving gently inside the redhead. "This is a novelty, and I only like it because it's part of you. And you're rather good with it." Patsy smirked with a cheeky flick of her eyebrow.

Delia could only frown at her incredulously as her cheeks grew hot.

"Look, Deels. If you wanted to try this again in future I'd probably be up for it. But if you never wanted to use Spinster's Glee again I doubt I'd miss it. And you know what?"

"What?" Delia asked hesitantly.

Patsy retrieved Delia's hand, bringing it to her face. "These old faithfuls," she placed a kiss on the knuckle of each finger, "and these beauties…" Her lips tenderly caressed Delia's lips, her tongue dipping fleetingly into the brunette's mouth to stroke her tongue before pulling back. "They have brought me endless pleasure over the last 2 and a half years. I don't need anything more."

Swallowing hard, Delia examined Patsy's face. It wasn't that she didn't trust Patsy to tell her the truth, it was just… "Are you sure?"

Patsy sighed. "Oh darling." She drew Delia down and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "I've never been more sure of anything. I only want to be with you. In whatever form you're comfortable."

Delia squinted down at her. "You make it sound like I'm an animagus or something."

"Well, that could produce some interesting opportunities," Patsy giggled. "But seriously Deels, you are all that I want."

The kiss she drew Delia into was slow and tender, and the brunette felt her anxieties begin to shrink, as she absorbed the reassurance offered by the woman she loved.