<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Breakfast in Bed</span></span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b4/17/5f/b4175faae089d56d449912d0d8637833.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delilah Diaz-Carlton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074609#msg13074609)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>The Carlton home master bedroom, morning of June 3rd<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Savannah Ortiz<br/><strong>Sugar Content:</strong>High<br/><br/>The warm and sensual way Savannah reacted to her touch made Delilah's stomach tingle and filled her body with a familiar need. She needed to be close to her, physically and within the little space of intimacy they had with each other. She needed to feel her sway and arch under exploring fingertips and her mouth, needed to make pleasure replace any other thought occupying that beautiful mind. But the wonderful thing about Savannah, was that every move was countered with what felt like the same desire and made Delilah feel like a rare gem.<br/><br/>A light chuckle rolled from Delilah's lips when her friend mentioned breakfast, but instead of dismissing the need for it she chased Savannah's movement with her eyes and stayed right where she was for whatever came next. The moment that strawberry touched her lips, she parted them enough to trap the sweet fruit. She breathed a soft moan with her eyes closed as the taste and aroma filled her senses, but then looked up at Savannah when she sucked on the small fruit. Her full lips pursed around it for only a moment, and then she released the hold to let her tongue dance across the fruit as if it were something entirely different.<br/><br/>Once she'd bitten into the strawberry at last and swallowed it, she brushed Savannah's robe off her shoulders. "I don't think I want more fruit," she said, but hesitated when something behind them caught her eye. Her bedroom windows, large and without any drapes, faced Alex' house. "Well..." She purred and turned Savannah around, walked her to the window and wrapped her arms around her friend's slender waist from behind. "It seems," she stated softly and tilted her chin onto Savannah's shoulder, "...our Alex is enjoying breakfast (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265160.msg13109504#msg13109504), too."