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Myka Ophelia Bering (

The sound of Helena's groan went straight to the pit of her stomach. The lustful tone in her voice had elicited a response from the woman. She stored away that little detail to use at a later date. Later she would see just what the different tones in her voice could make the older woman do. When Helena straddled her hips, Myka was about to make a sassy comment but was stopped short. Helena was looking at her the want and need still reflected in her eyes. Myka kept her gaze locked with Helena's as she pulled her shirt up and off. Slowly Myka shifted her gaze to actually take in the skin that was now bared to her. Her breath caught in her throat her eyes widening at the sight. She had known that Helena was slender but what she hadn't expected was the figure that had always been hidden beneath loose, modest clothing. Even the outfit from Egypt had not prepared her for the goddess sitting astride her. Her hands wanted to reach out and touch every inch of the older woman's body, taking every curve and reaction to her touch to memory. Helena, her very own Victorian goddess, was sex personified.

As Helena's fingers began ghosting across her skin, moving across her rib cage, and up her arms caused a moan to escape. Every touch was setting her skin on fire. But these flames incited pleasure instead of pain. When she felt Helena's fingers tangle with her own her eyes opened again watching as the older woman leaned down towards her. The nip and swipe of tongue against her lips caused another moan to escape from her lips. As Helena murmured in that lustful tone she could feel the wisps of air being released. Up until this point they had kept their kisses chaste but passionate at times. Never taking them that one step further. But now it was all she could think about. In response to Helena's murmured words she murmured back, "more" and then leaned up swiping her own tongue against Helena's bottom lip.

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