The dress peeled down to dip into Jenny’s cleavage, and Marina thought she caught sight of a swollen nipple.  Her fingers twitched once.  Jenny’s mouth wore bright red marks that reminded Marina of bursting pomegranate seeds.  Smeared lipstick. 

Jenny moved forward, still standing as she straddled her lover’s lap.  Sighing, her lips found Marina’s forehead.  How she adored feeling the texture of the skin here.  She could do this for hours.  Just running her cheek back and forth across this expanse of flesh made her want to try.  Bent fingers found the sides of Marina’s jaw.  She cradled her face in her hands and set her lips downward, sweeping against the bridge of a fine nose.  Jenny kissed Marina’s eyelids, just beneath her earlobes, the corners of her mouth, the bumps of her collarbone.

Because she could never trust herself to go slow when she got to this point, Jenny flipped her palms and lightly dragged her hands down over Marina’s *****.  She watched them bloom with an eagerness that she’d always known with this woman.  It was all she could do to gasp.  So Marina did it for them both.  Her tongue crushed itself against Marina’s chest, pulling, pushing, rolling at the puckered nubs.  She fluxuated between filling her mouth with the slick flesh and barely touching Marina’s ***** at all.  She wanted it all. 

Breathing deeply, Jenny’s body craned over hers, Marina felt as if she was being destroyed.  Everytime Jenny made even the slightest movement, the tip of her nose dove into the cut in the center of Jenny’s dress.  She was just a hair’s breadth away from being parting her mouth and splitting the silk with her teeth.  Marina wanted it as badly as she was able.  Desire hummed through the air like an electric rod. 

Jenny could barely hold herself together.  Shakily, she slid away from Marina, slithering between the taller woman’s knees.  Touching her forehead to the taut plane of Marina’s stomach, Jenny nipped along the outer rim of Marina’s navel and felt the first wave of her lover’s trembles.  With that, Jenny nuzzled her chin into the soft, sensitive skin just above Marina’s pubic hair.  Marina loved when Jenny did that.  It was always so unexpected yet so needed.  Her fingers attached to Marina’s thighs like magnets, her gaze jet black with unspoken knowledge.