Diane gasped as Honore's lips touched her nipples. Holding the Comtess to her breasts, she moaned low. Each tug was sending liquid fire through her body. It was pulling at something in her core, causing an ache between her legs. She closed her eyes as she felt the bed against her back.<br/><br/>"Honore," she moaned, arching up to the more experienced woman. By instinct, she parted her legs and let the woman lay between them, her hips pushing up to make contact with Honore's body. Her hands moved over Honore's skin, carassing every inch she could touch. "Please, Honore," she gasped. "Please, don't stop."