Cait's soft yet firm voice flows through Vi's brain, tickling her senses more than a sound can. Cait grabs hold of her and Vi moves with her, adjusts to her position, but keeps her hand firmly where Cait placed her. She feels the rising tension in Cait's limbs seep into her own, her pulse quickening in her ears.

"Fuck," she grunts against Cait's skin, but doesn't let her lips leave her breast for very long, though she does wrap her arm around Cait's back to brace the both of them against each other. She wishes she'd removed the underwear fully, then she might have better motion, but all the same she's pressed up against and inside Cait and she feels magnificently warm and perfect wrapping herself around her. Risking the precision of her touch, she pushes a second finger into her, sliding smoothly to her core.