Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
Thal's limbs tremble slightly as she settles back against the table. Her breaths are coming quick and shallow, heartbeats rapidly pound against her chest, and thoughts comfortably escape her mind. She takes a moment to let her eyelids flutter closed. Stars speckle the darkness as she relishes in the comfortable pleasure of her body. Sweat accumulates on her neck, whether from his body heat or the exertion, she can't tell. She doesn't mind as her nerves continue to tingle lightly with the echo of his hands. Each moment seared into her skin.
Her pride refuses to let her admit that he has met - and possibly exceeded - her expectations, but the symptoms are visible. As she opens her eyes again, tousled brown curls frame the vision of his form braced around her. Confident in her disheveled appearance, Thal pulls her lips into a grin and leans towards him again. "Now that was a good distraction." She lets her haughty breath occupy the limited space between them. Although their fun has taken the edge off, she still finds herself drawn to the strength in his eyes. The potency of their blue coloring promises a deep pool of thrills and mysteries that she wants to explore.
Thal uses her arms to lift her hips onto the table, content to lounge in the heat of this man's close proximity. She reaches for one of the discarded trinkets nearby, snagging a silver ring with a set of alternating blue sapphires and black diamonds. Bringing it up to her face, she looks through the opening at his striking features in curiosity. "How did you find this place?" The thought that he might bring other women here crosses her mind, but she isn't the jealous or insecure type. Even if others had been here, none of them were her. So she focuses on enjoying the experience her way. "Are there other activities we can do here?"
