[God Quest] a stream too shallow

"Please what?" Safrin whispered against his lips, her lashes fluttering against the curve of his cheek as she smiled wickedly. "Would you have me then, Ronin?" He'd feel how appreciably controlled her muscles are beneath his hand, as her hips slip only a fraction down. She is so very within his grasp that it would be oh so easy to simply hold her still and thrust himself in. One motion is all it would take to shatter this last barrier between them. But does he have it in him? Should he? Rather than letting him answer, she arcs her back and stretches her torso with all the grace of a cat, suffocating the words he might have said with a nipple thrust between his lips. Her hips continued to undulate far, far too slowly over top of him, as Safrin exhaled a shaky frustrated sound of her own. "Ronin...you've made me so wet." She whispered into his hair, sounding as awed as she was delighted by this fact. Safrin