Jenny watched Marina, her voice husky and foreign even to her. “Keep your head tilted,” she breathed. “I want to see your eyes.” Marina’s lids opened immediately, boldly revealing a swirling brown.

That look was enough to shred her.  Completely.  The smaller brunette pressed forward and brushed her lips against Marina’s center.  Marina’s low moan sliced the silence.  Jenny shivered.  Again and again, her tongue flattened against Marina, the tip deliberately snagged on her lover’s *****.  She set her mouth to Marina’s wetness, slowly dragging her lips apart.  Marina’s hips jerked, tilted.  Jenny kissed her there with such passion, such hunger that it astonished and tore the breath from her lungs.

She watched the brunette’s head lazily move over her with heavy eyes and a heavier heart.  Marina wound her fingers tight in Jenny’s rumpled hair and lovingly held Jenny’s mouth to her.  Ground herself onto Jenny’s tongue for what seemed like hours.  Marina’s spine curved, her back arched.  Once.  Twice.  Her ***** were still wet from Jenny’s laved kisses.  Marina claimed Jenny’s name for herself, let it flow from her mouth like wine.  And it left her just as drunk.

Jenny, utterly possessed, leaned into Marina’s body.  Grinning in the dark, she pushed up with her arms, using Marina’s quivering legs as leverage.  She clumsily curled in the other woman’s lap, her lips nestled where jaw joins neck.  Her hand smoothed Marina’s hair while she waited for the room to stop spinning.  A pulse thudded loudly in her ear.  Was it her own?  Warm hands at her back caused her mind to go elsewhere; Jenny waited for Marina’s throaty chuckle.  It never came.

Marina was beyond teasing at this point.  She quickly captured Jenny’s wrists, the sudden movement causing her little lover’s eyes to widen.  Contrary to Jenny’s reaction, Marina knew she was expecting this.  Jenny wanted no doors closed between them, she wanted to be taken totally. 

And Marina would give it.  With this one, she always did.  She nudged Jenny’s neck to the side, thoroughly exposing the stretch of pale skin.  Marina skated her teeth over this spot, dipping the pointed ends at times but never lingering, never biting.  She was shaking with the effort it took to rein in her impulses, the spontaneous surges of control.  This wasn’t about that.  She kissed all the way down the fleshy knoll of Jenny’s shoulder, drawing up her free hand to slip the thin straps from the brunette’s arm.