Rebecca wanted to moan her pleasure, though it had very little to do with Amanda's eager lapping in that moment. The pair of them were perfect, beautiful and radiant, and all hers. It sent a giddy thrill down the young woman's spine, a husky moan and a gentle buck of her hips showing off a hint of her delight. More than the lust she felt for them, she was deeply reassured that she was still in control, that her beloved wasn't going to be stolen. She knew that she'd never live without Leanna, the woman was a drug, a religion, even when she was domineering, all of Rebecca was wrapped up in that woman who meant the world to her. She just didn't have the words to describe her happiness, but she hardly needed them.<br/><br/>Reaching out, she cupped her wife's chin in her left hand, the right taking a firm hold of Amanda's auburn handle, tugging the woman up so that both of her darlings were on a level, angelic faces upturned. Such allure was worthy of worship, and yet they were all hers. Surreal as the moment was, at least to her, she knew that it was the way things were meant to be. Leaning forwards, she grinned, tasting herself on Amanda's lips with a sweep of her tongue, claiming Leanna's mouth in a hungry kiss a heartbeat later. As their tongues wound together, she drew Amanda in closer, not entirely sure how three people kissed at the one time, but damned eager to give it a try.