A sharp gasp and Meghan stopped trying to figure this out, stopped planning and worrying and wondering. She stopped thinking all together. Sitting up with a soft little growl of need, she wrapped her hands around Elaine's hips, tugging her body in closer. Her mouth was relentless, wanting to taste everything, needing to suck and nip and kiss all the skin she should reach.
Somewhere in there, her shirt was tugged off, too, leaving her just in her pajama pants. Meghan didn't have the first clue what she was doing, but she knew she needed more. The feel of Elaine's power deep inside of her, pushing further, rough and taking and God, so fucking hot, made Meghan moan in need. "God, just take it," she begged. "Take me. Everything. Please."
((Haha, I love it. I like to idea of Meghan being so affected whenever Elaine taps into that. Do whatever you like. X) ))