<strong>Cecily</strong><br/><br/>The response of the other woman’s mouth was all Cecily needed to moan deep and long. Months of not touching, not feeling, of not having exploded inside her and Cecily rode the explosion by taking more from Dawn’s mouth. Dawn pulled her tighter, the breasts pressing together and their bodies trembling against each other. The music came then as Dawn’s hands explored much the same as her own did.<br/><br/>It warmed her, floated sensually into her senses and made everything warmer, sweeter, and more enticing. Cecily arched a bit, her hands sliding between them and her thumbs brushing across Dawn’s taught nipples. Another moan as Dawn moved beneath her and Cecily pulled her mouth away, fighting for breath.<br/><br/>Just as Dawn glowed, so did Cecily, a dark amber color illuminating her skin like autumn leaves in the wood. She sighed, reaching up to brush a stray hair from Dawn’s face. She leaned in, nipped, and began to slide down the other woman’s body. Roarke’s music drove her need, had her slipping from the bed and to Dawn’s feet.<br/><br/>She ran her fingers, feather light, up the insides of both legs, stopping only at the hem of her skirt before she brought them back down. She lifted one leg, kissed it from ankle to thigh, her kisses landing in time with the music, her heart beating faster and faster. Cecily repeated the step with the other leg before rising a bit and pushing Dawn’s skirts up her hips. She kissed her just above the hem of her panties, teasing them both, before casting her eyes back up to dawn.<br/><br/>The music filled her, and she brushed her fingers lightly across the other woman’s panties. The gesture taunting, teasing, even as she smiled.<br/><br/>“Sit up Dawn, let me undress you … let me touch you …”<br/><br/>She leaned over her friend and kissed her again, her fingers still playing across the thin barrier that kept them from her core. It was seduction, driven by the pipes Roarke played, seduction driven by a need to give her best friend all she had and more.