Things seemed to move so quickly after than first kiss that Becca's mind could barely process then fast enough.  She felt the soft blanket press into her back and then Fanya was on top of her. The sweet, intoxicating scent of the other woman filled her senses and the touch of her skin made the blanket feel almost unbearably rough by comparison.  Already Becca was writhing under Fanya's gorgeous red body. Her hips bucked needfully, trying to find any source of friction. When nothing could be immediately felt, she let out a cute little whimper and stared up at Fanya with an expression so desperate and needy that it bordered on heartbreaking.  Hands felt everywhere except where Becca wanted them most but still the sensations further clouded her mind further. It was more than she had ever experienced before and she had a feeling the Fanya had only begun.<br/><br/>She cried out when Fanya's breasts slid against her own smaller ones. She was terribly sensitive and the feel of Fanya's bare skin and hard nipples were the sweetest form of torture. Only then did her mind register that they were touching skin to skin. When the hell did her dress make an exit? She could not recall but it did not matter to her. All that mattered was Fanya's touch driving her wild. The woman, who looked gorgeous normally, looked positively radiant glistening with sweat and peering down at her current victim. Becca was in awe and only the sudden rush of sensation tore her gaze away. Her hips bucked hard, finally finding something to grind against. Becca's tanned body might not have had the sensual grace the Fanya's did but she certainly had enthusiasm. Her whole body thrashed and quivered with the building need. Fanya was taking her higher and higher, coaxing her on with ever increasing stimulus.<br/><br/>The feel of long, agile fingers slipping into her shamefully wet depths surged up Becca's spine and her back arched hard. The sight was a breathtaking sight. All of Becca's lean body stretched taught in that bowed position with her modest, firm breasts pointing to the roof and her head thrown back with her long dark hair spread around her head like an odd halo. Her body remained paralyzed in this position except for her hips which ground greedily against the invading fingers. The world fell away amidst the pleasure Fanya was causing, leaving only those two and the bed under them. Becca finally collapsed on the bed and her legs shook and squirmed, always spread wide though as she did not want to deny Fanya anything.<br/><br/>Becca's mind had never had to process so much sensation all at once and she let out little mewling noises when the mind finally noticed that Fanya was kissing her. Becca's already flushed skin darkened further when she felt the tongue easily slip into her mouth and her own pushed forward to entwine with it. God, Fanya tasted as amazing as she smelled and looked. Even though she wanted to pull the woman into an even more passionate kiss, her hands would not leave their death grip on the blankets so all that she could do was pout when Fanya's mouth pulled away. The disappointment was very short lived though when delicious sensations trailed down her body. The little nips at her neck made her yelp softly only to be soothed by gentle sweeps of Fanya's soft tongue only to be forgotten altogether when her breasts became the focus of Fanya's attention. The sensations inflicted upon her sensitive breasts had the poor brunette thrashing. Every touch of her tongue, lips and especially her teeth made Becca squirm and moan. More and more her body was tensing; getting closer and closer to the release she so craved.  And she welcomed it. Again Becca pouted when the mouth moved on, kissing a hot trail down to her navel and once there truly tormenting her. She giggled and squeaked when Fanya teased the tender skin and she shook in anticipation and fear of where she knew Fanya's mouth was going next.<br/><br/>Becca's hands took a death grip on the blanket and her back arched again when Fanya's mouth kissed her most intimate spot. The feeling was like nothing she had ever felt before. She had a few past experiences where people had touched her in the same manner but within seconds it was clear that they were nothing but amateurs and Fanya was the expert. Her tongue felt impossibly long as it lashed at her soaked flesh. Becca felt a moment of self-consciousness but it passed quickly, burned from her mind by unrelenting pleasure. Becca was rigid now, trying to hold back the impending orgasm. She wanted more; wanted to draw it out as long as she could. It was a lost cause though. It took Fanya's skilled, red hot mouth only mere minutes to rip a release from her.<br/><br/>Body shaking violently and legs staining, toes curled, Becca granted Fanya's wish. Her mouth opened into a wide oval and her eyes clenched shut as she gave into the tidal wave of sensation. Wetness splashed onto Fanya's tongue and Becca's hips bucked, grinding against those soft lips in a completely instinctive attempt to wring more pleasure from the moment. Despite the frantic motions of her sweat-slick body, only a few strangled sounds escaped Becca's mouth throughout the throws of her pleasure.<br/><br/>It took many long moments for Becca to return to reality and when she did it was to her body's uncontrollable shaking. Her bleary eyes sought out Fanya and upon finding her, mumbling something meant to be a thank you but ending up as unintelligible gibberish. Her chest was still heaving with the seemingly impossible task of catching her breath. She needed to gather her strength because she desperately wanted to return the favour and explore every inch of the goddess that was sharing her bed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>