Mari's nails send shudders rippling and shattering across Dia's spine, and she rocks against her with a throaty groan. Mari's noisy, too -- lower than she's ever heard her before, and the heat in Dia's stomach builds and builds.

"Don't call my name so much," she mumbles, straining to catch her breath before leaning in for another kiss. "I'm right here."

The second kiss isn't as long or as deep -- her lungs won't allow it. But Dia's impatient, and she doesn't want to stop for even a moment. So instead she changes her course, kissing from the edge of Mari's lips to her jaw, up to her ear. Her lips trace the shell, parting to allow out hot puffs of breath, and Dia grinds the heel of her palm over Mari's nipple as she takes her earlobe into her mouth, to suck.