The pull hooked right into her stomach, dropping lower, and Meghan moaned again, deeper this time. Her chest was rising and falling in shallow little pants, fingers digging into Elaine's back a little. "God, anything," she promised, completely overwhelmed. She had no idea it could feel like this, that she could be so on fire, so shaking and needy and wanting all at once.
She caught Elaine's lower lip between her teeth, sucking on it lightly before she kissed her again. Her hands slipped lower, toying with the waistband of Elaine's pants. "Anything," she murmured again, hoarsely, mimicking her as she bit her way gently down the pale, perfect column of Elaine's neck.