Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
She watches his approach, again noting the height of the water for timing, but otherwise preoccupied. The touch of his hands is becoming more familiar and she relishes in their presence along her skin once again. Their heat added to her own lights her skin ablaze. It sizzles with overstimulation. When he steps between her legs, she opens them wider in invitation, happy to see him approaching rather than leaving. His smirk makes her hum pleasantly, returning the look with narrowed eyes and a coy smile. She doesn't pause her actions as he pulls her to the edge of the table, closer to him. Instead, the path of her hands creeps lower, increasing her own gratification. Staring into his blue eyes, she says between moans, "I'd like to see you try." There is a small suspicion that he'll be able to teach her something, even if that's not patience, but she lets the challenge stand. Arching her back, she reaches to bring her legs around him. As she starts to move her body more, Thal gives him a personal show to her pleasure.
