"You're amazing, wife. Beautiful, wonderful, worthy, and mine." Narcissa said as she kissed me again, and I could taste myself upon her lips and lapped at her mouth hungrily. This kiss seemed to hold something and we both felt it; a swell of magic between them as her lover's fingers went from playful to purposeful. What once felt like pleasure was now turning into need. Narcissa's fingers curled and worked me inside and the thumb on the outside, hitting both points and working them with firm determination.