The slow slide Bennett did with her eyes didn’t unnerve Lisa in the least. She adored what the woman was doing, and feeling no need to be shy, Lisa slipped out of her robe and took a step toward Bennett. “You’re overdressed.”

“And you are positively stunning.” Bennett claimed Lisa’s mouth in a kiss, probing and wet, and as she devoured with her tongue, her hands wandered.

Over skin warm and smooth, Bennett splayed her hands, moving down Lisa’s back and then up again, and after settling on Lisa’s hips for but a moment, Bennett cupped the soft curves of her bottom. Lisa’s moan was music to Bennett’s ears, and she kneaded and caressed the roundness until Lisa was squirming in her arms.

Between Bennett’s tongue in her mouth and the woman’s hands fondling her bottom, Lisa was powerless against the bonfire now raging between her legs. Her center pulsed, and as her desire oozed, the fragrant nectar coated her thighs. She craved to be claimed by Bennett, to be branded forever with a love and a touch that would never be erased, and pulling out of Bennett’s arms, Lisa tore open Bennett’s pajama top. “Oh God, I love you so much,” she said, stripping it off. “So…so much.”

A sensual growl rose in Bennett’s throat as she coaxed Lisa onto the bed. She had wanted to go slow, savoring every taste, every scent, and every touch, but Lisa’s eyes were too much to deny. They were now electric blue for love and lust had annihilated all the control needed for Lisa to keep her true self hidden. Bennett stepped out of her pajama bottoms, and climbing atop Lisa, she slipped one knee between the woman’s thighs. Swooping down for another delirious kiss, Bennett slid her tongue into Lisa’s awaiting mouth, ravaging and possessing as she gently began pressing her knee against Lisa’s center.

It was instinctual and feral, an intimate dance between two born from their love, and never had either danced it so flawlessly. In tandem, they moved, tongues plundering and bodies moving in perfect harmony as their breathing grew ragged and their skin glittered with sweat.

Lisa was on the verge of losing her mind to what they were creating, and cupping Bennett’s bottom, she urged her to press harder and faster, and Bennett complied. Again and again, they rocked and arched until, breaking out of the kiss, Lisa raised her leg ever so slightly. She moved against Bennett as the woman was moving against her, and the copious amount of Bennett’s passion matched Lisa’s. Both were slick with the nectar, its heady aroma rising between their bodies and enveloping them in an intoxicating bouquet that was carnal and intimate.