"Madame."
"I thought I told you not to."
"Yes, Vivienne."
"Better."
She oiled her hand again.
She started at Leo's sternum. She worked, slow, down her ribs. She kept her eyes on Leo's face. She did not hurry. The massage turned sexual at about the place Leo's hip met the inside of her thigh, by which time Leo's breath had changed three times, and Vivienne, who had been watching the changes, registered each of them without remark. Her oiled hand moved up the inside of Leo's thigh, and Leo's knees, without permission from her brain, came apart by an inch.
"Ah," Vivienne said, very quiet. "There you are."
"Vivienne."
"Stay on your back."
"Yes."
Vivienne's oiled hand found her.
She was wet already. She had been wet for, probably, the last twenty minutes. Maybe since she had fucked Vivienne this morning.
Vivienne worked her pussy with the same slow attention she had worked her shoulder blades with. Two fingers. Slow in. Slow out. Her thumb on Leo’s clitoris, a small beautiful circle, the lightest pressure.
Leo's hand, on the towel, fisted.
"Vivienne."
"Mm."
"Tease."
"Yes."
"Please….”
"Yes."
Vivienne did not go faster. Vivienne went slower. Leo, on her back, closed her eyes, and the orgasm when it came was more powerful than anything she had had in years. Leo's back arched and eased down slow, and Vivienne kept her hand there through all of it, and did not pull away.
When Leo opened her eyes Vivienne was standing.
Vivienne had rolled her sleeves back down.
Vivienne took off her grey flannel trousers and her underthings and climbed up onto the daybed, and up the length of Leo's body, and Leo, watching her move, understood at about the time Vivienne reached her shoulders what Vivienne had decided for the second half of the thirty minutes.
Vivienne's hand, in Leo's hair, stopped at the crown of her head.
"Mademoiselle."
"Yes."
"I would like to sit on your face."
"Vivienne,” Leo growled with want and need to taste her.
Leo watched Vivienne’s wet swollen pussy as it made its way closer.