Christen gasped softly as Tobin's mouth moved over her chest, her hand going to Tobin's hair as she took a nipple into her mouth. She let out a low moan as Tobin's eyes bore into hers. "Depends on what you have planned," she told her breathlessly. "It's pretty easy for you to make me into a mess though." She tugged lightly on Tobin's hair to tilt her head back, kissing her quickly. "You know how to make me melt."
The little sounds Christen was making spurred Tobin on, music to her ears that she was eager to keep coming. She whined at the feeling of her hair wrapped around Christen's fingers, suddenly tugged on to bring her head back. "Baby, I'm always a mess for you," she muttered, quick to slot her lips against Christen's once again and licking up into her mouth. "Was thinking about testing this theory that I have," Tobin said as she drew back, pulling Christen off of her just enough to allow her the room to spring up, crawling on top of her with a cheeky grin sprawling over her lips. "That you and the waffles are the same: sweeter with syrup." She began kissing down the length of Christen's neck, blindly reaching over for the table where the bottle sat. "Whatcha think, baby?" Tobin murmured as her teeth grazed over Christen's earlobe. "Promise I'll clean up whatever mess I make."




















