Round 7 Transcript

Silra traced the curve of Jeane's hip with her fingertips, marveling at how the skin seemed to glow under her touch—as if her very presence lit it from within. The scent of ocean air mingled with Jeane’s own unique musk filled Silra’s senses, making her head swim with desire. “Memorized,” she repeated, voice a low purr as she leaned in closer, until her lips were almost brushing the sensitive skin beneath Jeane’s ear. “But I find myself needing to refresh my recollection.” Her tongue darted out, tasting the salt on Jeane's neck—a taste that made her core clench with need. Silra’s hands slid down Jeane’s sides, feeling each rib, every dip and swell of muscle beneath soft skin. She pressed her body flush against her wife’s back, letting Jeane feel how wet she already was—their combined heat making the air between them shimmer. Silra bit gently at Jeane's shoulder blade before soothing it with a lick. “I want to worship every inch of you,” Silra murmured into the crook of Jeane's neck. “Will you let me?” Her fingers ghosted over the swell of Jeane’s breast, not quite touching where she knew her lover wanted it most—teasing, waiting for permission.