Lost in the cadence of her voice, the sweet taste of her skin surrounding her, Meghan didn't notice the shift. Or perhaps the shift was why this was happening. The subtle authority Elaine now had, the way she carried herself - maybe Meghan needed to not be the one in charge for a moment. Maybe some part of her craved being submissive, if only in this.
"Yes," she stuttered in a moan, wrapping her legs around Elaine's hips in a desperate attempt to get closer, to find that delicious friction. "Oh God, yes."