"Imogen…I…" Before she could finish her sentance Constance was cut off by the non-witches lips crashing into hers. Imogen kissed with more passion than Constance even knew was possible, her hands ran through the witches dark locks while her lips made their way to the nape of her neck. Imogen's hands began to snake their way down Constance's back, trailing a pattern across the silk nightdress.
Turning her gaze towards the witches face, Imogen couldn't help the smile which played at the corners of hour mouth. She saw Constance, her head tilted back, eyes closed, completely at the non-witches mercy. Imogen felt a familiar ache between her legs, she was desperate for more contact with the witch, but was also very afraid of frightening her away. Continuing her descent down the witches back, bringing her lips to the witches' neck she sucked gently on her pulse point, her hands grabbing the flesh beneath the silk fabric. The deep moan which escaped from Constance's throat was the only encouragement she needed.
Overpowering the witch was easier than Imogen had anticipated. Grabbing her wrists she pushed Constance against the floor, straddling her to keep her in place. Finally opening her eyes the older woman blushed at their current situation. How had she let this happen? This was totally unprofessional, but, did she care? All these thoughts merely became background noise as Imogen brought their lips together once more. This time Constance was ready for her, biting her lower lip and exerting some level of dominance over the non-witch. Her actions were reciprocated, their kiss becoming deeper until the need for air drove them apart.
Imogen looked down at the the woman below her. Her tangled hair framed her face, her lips red and swollen from their intense kisses. Smiling to herself Imogen brought her face to the witches ear, biting it tenderly. "Do me a favour?" her voice husky causing Constance to shiver with excitement.
A small whimper and a nod was the only reply she could generate, her own desire for the non-witch over taking all her rational thought processes. Imogen nipped at her earlobe once more before whispering softly "Show me that beautiful smile?"