Still smiling, Imogen slid onto the bed next to Zara – there was a definite heat between her legs at the mere anticipation of this.<br/><br/>To wind her play things down, and then wind them up again, over and over, until they didn't know if they were coming or going was one of her favourite games. And something in her was demanding that she put Zara through the ringer.<br/><br/>Frankly, she couldn't really find it in herself to say no.<br/><br/>She smoothed the oil between her hands, then onto Zara's back, starting at her shoulders working down, allowing the oil's scent to swell to fill the room. Her hands were firm, but not punishingly so – this was meant to be soothing, calming, providing them both with a bit of space to breathe.<br/><br/>And maybe, just maybe, giving Imogen a baseline to work up from.<br/><br/>Taking her time, and enjoying exploring Zara's body, she worked methodically. Her fingers kneaded the woman's muscles, seeking out and soothing any knots she might have had, physically forcing her to relax. She continued worked further down, past her shoulders, then ribcage, waist, arse... she couldn't help but trail teasing finger tips down between her thighs, so close to her sex but not actually touching the moist, appealing folds.<br/><br/>Well, she figured, a little tantalisation was good for the soul.<br/><br/>It occurred to her as she did this that she hadn't been as clear in her instructions as she could have liked – she got up onto her knees to kneel over the woman's prone body, so her mouth was close to her ear, hands resting idly at Zara's waist.<br/><br/>“Just to clarify, you can make whatever sounds you like,” she started, but the nearness of Zara's ear was just so distracting...<br/><br/>Oh, to hell with it.<br/><br/>She firmly bit her earlobe, tugging on it gently as she dug her nails in at the woman's waist before releasing with both mouth and hands to lightly run her tongue around the firm shell of her ear.<br/><br/>“You just can't say any<strong>words</strong>without my say-so,” she finished, whispering a tad more huskily than she had intended.