There was something to be said for how Meryl always seemed to try and draw her closer - be it with the leg wrapped around her waist or hooked behind her head, the other woman always tried to pull her in. It felt good to be so desired; made the heat roiling in her own belly all the more prominent. If she had a hand to spare, she would be trying to get herself off at the same time.

Alas, her hands were just as busy as her mouth was. While she teased her lips and tongue around Meryl's clit, dipping down occassionally to slick along her folds, the hand not currently gripping Meryl's slid down, under Night Sky's chin and let a digit press into her, curling at the knuckle to brush along her inner walls. Night Sky moaned when she tugged on her hair, the sound vibrating against the bundle of nerves she was so focused on; her half-lidded gaze still focused upward.