Watching him be so frantic, Celeste had to fight a groan of her own. One of frustration. She smiled and leaned down, kissing his cheek softly before she turned her attention to his lips, her touch soft and almost reverent. She doubted he'd ever fully understand why his trust in this situation was such a turn on for her. She slid her hand along his chest as she kissed him, slowly reaching where his hand was over the robe and he caressed himself in such a frantic manner.<br/><br/>"Ah...love..." she whispered, putting her hand over his as if to stop it, and pried his fingers away, instead, intwining them with her fingers as she moved his arm back up the bed. Tellus may have been pure sex, but nothing compared to a woman in love. Unless he fought her, his hand would soon be above his head, even as her body moved over his chest, her still sleek body sliding down his chest, her amply moist slit proving how very turned on she was. But she still moved, her lips taking his and pressing for advantage as she moved the silk out of the way, and simply slid onto his shaft, her entrance moist but still tight enough to provide pleasure. It was during this moment of distraction that Tellus would bind Rayner's other hand. Moving to slip away quietly, sensing that Celeste wanted this moment of time alone with Rayner.<br/><br/>Lifting her head from his, she squirmed, pressing her sheath more securely upon Rayner's 'sword', wedging the two of them closely. Once firmly sealed, she laid her head down and rested it upon his chest, only squirming every now and then to make sure she had his attention.