[God Quest] a stream too shallow

Her skin is the colour of wet sand, freckles scattered across it like so many stars; constellations for just his eyes to see. Turning, her fingers whisk up his thighs, avoiding entirely his groin as if entirely ignorant of his erection as it twitches for her attention. Dark eyes locked upon his, she perches herself at his side, her fingers finding his shoulders that she might lean him against the cushioning of the chair. "How long has it been, Ronin?" Her voice is a purr, her lips smiling faintly while her eyes blaze with a heat that seems tangible. "How long since you've been properly taken care? Since you've felt like a man?" Her fingers have left his shoulders to reach instead for one of his hands. Spreading her legs that she might straddle him, Safrin places the heel of his hand against one of her nipples, moving it in a slow and feather-light circle. The other she places against her hip. So small is she, this patchwork of his hands against her body sings of a certain sort of possessiveness impossible to find with someone...perhaps closer to Ronin's own build and size. Perhaps that was precisely her plan; to embody all the things Ronin hadn't experienced since being with Remi. Even his affair with Vanya had been far too fleeting. Hovering above him, her wetness like drops of dew against the midnight-lavender whiff of hair positioned directly above his erection, she leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss. Starfire burst from her tongue, the tangy-bright taste of her a wave as she moaned against his mouth. Simultaneously she rocked her hips forward so that the head of his cock would glide against her, made all the more slick by the star's previous ministrations. Safrin