Touching and giving were arousing ways for one to take their pleasure. Cecily had often thought as much, but Dawn’s arching to her touches only furthered that thought. And it made Cecily want more, want it all. But still she teased, just as the soft growl from behind her teased as well. And her body was captured in the heat of arousal, as she waited for Dawn’s response.<br/><br/><em>"Yes. Oh fuck yes...."</em><br/><br/>Grinning in triumph, Cecily pulled her own top over her head and tossed it, much like she’d done with Dawn’s dress. It mattered not to her where the garments landed, only that what remained was skin; heated, glistening, shimmering flesh of both their bodies. She pulled away the rest of the cotton and tossed the panties as well, her hands quickly going back to stroke up the insides of Dawn’s thighs, her thumbs teasing at her wet lips.<br/><br/><em>"Touch her....feel her for me, give her pleasure."</em><br/><br/>Angling her head over her shoulder, Cecily grinned at Roarke her eyes offering him to take whatever he wished.<br/><br/>And then without warning she turned back to the other woman and swept her tongue up the length of her arousal, relishing in the taste of Dawn, the sweet taste of woman. She moaned then, flicked her tongue across the other woman’s clit, and smiled up at her.<br/><br/>“You taste like heaven, Dawn.”<br/><br/>And then she started sucking that nub in full, two fingers sliding down into her wetness, to stroke, all in an effort to make her forget … even just for a little while.