Melisa's legs locked around Raven's waist as their kiss deepened.
Melisa's mind was a blank canvas, painted only with the desperate need to get Raven's clothes off and feel her skin against her own.
Raven's hands roamed Melisa's back, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed together so tightly it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.
Melisa flipped Raven onto her back, pinning her to the bed.
Their lips never parted, the kiss growing more frantic, more demanding. Melisa's hands slid up Raven's sides, tracing the curves of her body.
She broke the kiss, her mouth trailing down Raven's neck, savoring the taste of her skin.
Raven arched beneath her, soft moans escaping her lips as Melisa's mouth moved lower, kissing and nipping her way down Raven's chest.
She paused to tease Raven's nipples, her tongue circling them twice before she continued her journey south.
