The anticipation of knowing Roarke moved closer was almost as divine as the taste of Dawn upon her tongue. And when he was behind her, she moaned, the sound vibrating seductively off of Dawn’s sex.  The music was gone now, but its effects remained, or maybe her own arousal was so thick she only thought to still feel its warmth.<br/><br/>Cecily could feel him, feel his arousal as it pressed against her back. She wanted more of it, just as she wanted more of Dawn. So she sucked harder upon the other woman’s clit, flicking her tongue now, as she writhed back against the satyr whose arms snaked around her.<br/><br/><em>"You are divinity Ce...."</em><br/><br/>She glanced up again, her eyes dark and hungry. She watched the other woman fondle her own breasts, enjoying the erotic beauty of it, taking pride in the fact that is was her tongue that drove Dawn to touch herself.<br/><br/>Another moan, this one ending in a forceful suckling and fingers that delved deeper, taking mmore. Roarke’s hands were upon her now, sliding across her skin to cup and kneed her breasts. How long had it been since a man had touched her? How long had it been since her nipples had grazed across masculine hands? Too long. Her pleasure was only furthered when the moaning beauty atop the bed grabbed at her hair.<br/><br/>Cecily gasped and nuzzled Dawn, her free hand sliding down to cup one of the hands at her breasts. There was so much stimulation, so much need, that she wondered how much more she could take and hated that she’d forgotten to shed the thin shorts when she’d shed her top.<br/><br/>Roarke’s lips upon her skin were as maddening as his hands upon her breasts and she was almost drunk on Dawn’s taste alone. Cecily groaned with it as stars began to swim in her mind. She could no longer hear anything but the blood pounding in her ears. It didn’t matter to her, not when she could taste Dawn and feel Roarke. Right now, between both beautiful creatures nothing mattered but the give and the take of it all.<br/><br/>“Dawn …”<br/><br/>She moaned the blond woman’s name against her pussy, flicking her tongue now faster, and willing Dawn’s pleasure, a desperate desire to ride the pleasure of her new found lovers.<br/><br/>“Roarke …”