"When the hell did you get so smooth?" Mari tries to catch her breath herself before Dia comes back in, so the laugh she gives is hardly even a chuckle, but the smile on her face gets wiped straight off when Dia darts back in for a second kiss. Her grip grows tighter, a touch more aggressive, and her legs, which are quivering far more than she had anticipated, entangle around Dia's hips and tug her in closer.

Her warm breath against Mari's ear is driving her mad; the force of Dia's hand against her breast threatening to send her into a frenzy. With her thighs around Dia's hips and her hands clutching at her shoulderblades, she pushes and pulls Dia in and out towards and away from her pelvis. She tries to contain her sighs while Dia brings her lips to her ear as she waits for the introduction of teeth against skin with bated breath.