[God Quest] a stream too shallow

Closer she moved. The heat from her body was practically tangible, invisible sparks of electricity leaping from her skin to his as if some magnetic field therein was desperately trying to bridge the gap. The blush on her cheeks seemed so frustratingly real and surprising, as if this mortal man truly had the ability to colour the cheeks of a goddess with just his words. Imagine what else he might do, if given the chance. The globe of her breasts pressed against him now, her eyes locked on his. Both of her arms rose from the water to twine about his neck, as the back of her thighs brushed against the top of his. She weighed nothing, not in the water as she was, and yet the gravity of her—of the situation, of this place—rooted her firmly against him. Neatly sat in his lap now, the distance between Safrin's hips and Ronin's was precisely one-cock-length now, her lips a mere whisper away from his. 'Say it again.' She urged, her nose brushing against his, her eyes on his mouth. "Say you want me more than anyone else.." Her back arched slightly, her toes curling with anticipation. Safrin