Her gaze never leaving his, she came to perch on her knees between his legs and calmly removed his trousers, shimmying back as she pulled them from him, undergarments and all. She could not help but steal a glance at his form and a hot blazing blush filled her cheeks. Despite this fact she didn't loose face, she swiftly gripped his hips and flipped their positioning, like a child taking turns she with surprising ease brought him now above her, their heads at the foot of the bed.<br/><br/>She lay beneath him, her hair wild about her shoulders and the look had now changed though her eyes were no longer gold but a hue of lavender. She brought her hands up through her hair letting it fall over the edge of the bed. While one arm remained above her head the other came down. She places her finger to her lips and like a temptress ran the finger along her neck and a path along her bird marks, between her breasts and across her hips stopping just above her treasure letting her fingers linger there, dance and trail around before returning to above her head, so easily this personality came to her it was as if she were more than just herself that he knew.<br/><br/>"I have never let it come this far. I've always stopped myself. I was always afraid of losing control" the tone remained, sinister and tempting yet there was a pleasure in it when she said 'losing control'.