<strong>Cecily</strong><br/><br/>Dawn’s responses were intoxicating, enthralling, from whimper to moan Cecily only wanted to find more … to give more, to have more. More of Dawn, more of the music that seemed to become a part of them, she wanted it all. There were times when she could call it just sex, many times she could have called it just sex, but when Dawn responded again to her lips and her raised up beneath her … she knew it wasn’t just sex.<br/><br/>And when tender, demanding hands sought her breasts she knew it wouldn’t stop for some time. It couldn’t stop, she wouldn’t allow it. The intimacy that passed between them was something stronger than just the music, but the music made it burn brighter, burn hotter.<br/><em><br/>"Anything for you..."</em><br/><br/>Cecily growled, her hands reaching down to slide up the hips Dawn exposed. Her lips, hungry against Dawn’s again, this time not giving … only taking. She kissed her hard, nibbling at the other woman’s lips before pulling back and wrenching the dress over her head. The fingers on her own skin almost drove her mad and she wished desperately they’d started this show before she’d gotten dressed.<br/><br/>Her head dove down, catching one hard nipple through the fabric of Dawn’s bra. She sucked it and nibbled gently before moving to the other. Then she kissed lower, her desire humming to a level that made her body tighten and ache. Down the planes of Dawn’s belly and against the cotton and lower still.<br/><br/>She stopped, her breath beating against the cotton between Dawn’s thighs. She looked up and across the shimmering silver skin and grinned before nuzzling Dawn and inhaling her scent. A scent of pure woman, musky and sweet. She placed one kiss there against the cotton, before her hands glided up Dawn’s thighs to pull the barrier to down her legs.<br/><br/>“More?”