Listening to the sounds coming from Mackenzie, most of them panted against up against her ear, was enough to totally distract Tatum's brain from having a chance to function again. She was in total bliss, her eyes still closed tight and her face still pressed into the crook between the blonde's neck and shoulder. Whenever the other girl hit a particularly perfect spot with a thrust, she couldn't help but groan out loud, her teeth almost automatically dragging against the older girl's skin.

Being heard or caught were the last things on her mind. Mackenzie was all she could think about, all she wanted to think about. Very little in the room existed right then beside the two of them.

Tatum's free hand, the one not trapped between them and working furiously between the blonde's thighs, had come to find it's favorite spot again; draped over Mack's shoulder, fingernails digging in to her back occasionally. Digging in deeper as soon as Mack's thumb moved up, drawing a loud gasp out of the redhead, and causing her nails to dig in, leaving long pink scratches in their wake as she dragged them down the other girl's back.

She couldn't control herself, she needed to do something, and clutching onto Mack was about all she could manage right then.

Each time the other girl's breathing picked up, eventually becoming the ragged panting against her ear, Tatum's quickly matched. It was like being in time with each other or something. It felt good to have Mackenzie on top of her, inside of her, filling her. But it almost felt just as good to know she was doing the same thing to her best friend, she was the one pulling these low moans out of her, making her whimper so desperately. Her hips, moving with each thrust, were for her. Because of her. It was still unbelievable, this was actually happening.

Her own stomach felt all sorts of tense, a distinctly familiar warmth building low in it, spreading into the top of her legs, and a weak smile on her face as she pressed more kisses over Mack's neck, panting against it as the blonde seemed to double her efforts. It made Tatum moan again, her head tipping back a bit against the pillow, watching the other girl briefly before moving back to hide in her shoulder again, needing that closeness, to be pressed into her, feeling her. This was all about feeling, right? That was key.

She felt Mack begin to shake, and then the feeling of the girl's body tensing around her fingers, making Tatum moan again. Her nails finding the other girl's back once more, raking over it roughly as the blonde came. She still needed that closeness, to feel the blonde, to hold onto her as tightly as she could. As if she'd disappear if she let her go. Breathing heavily, lips still close to Mack's ear, Tatum gently bit her, groaning. "I-I'm almost," she began to warn her, before trailing off, another whimper escaping her as her own body began to spasm and tense around Mack's fingers now, the redhead immediately jerking her hips again, pushing the blonde deeper.

"Fuck, f-fuck, fuck," she stammer against the older girl's shoulder, panting even harder against it. Every part of her felt, for just a split moment, to be perfect. The peak of her orgasm washing over her, tingling down to her toes, and a wave of heat seeming to radiate. Just that moment of total and pure ecstasy before she was coming down again, realizing she was now mostly sweaty and exhausted, still clinging desperately to her friend above her, head tucked closer to her chest now, still breathing ragged. She could hear Mackenzie's heartbeat again, still pounding away but beginning to slow, and it made the smile lazily.