Alethea could tell that she was driving him crazy just by breathing, although it was more the way her breasts moved against him when she breathed than her actual breath. He drew her closer and she hadn't the strength or the desire to resist. Instead she moved as he guided her, closer, until her chest pressed firmly against his, still nuzzling against her neck.  It was as if he were quite content to drive her up the wall, to keep her fire burning, to stroke it higher, to reignite her still smoldering passion. But then, she wasn't complaining. She was more than happy to let him push her back over the edge.<br/><br/>When he pulled her even closer and kissed her passionately, she smiled a little against his lips before kissing him with the same passion, letting her tongue slip into his mouth, tangling with his, tasting it, teasing it slowly. Without even thinking about it, she drew herself closer to him, one of her hands tangling in his hair, while the other ran lightly along the skin of the back of his neck. And as her hands explored his neck and his hair, his traced her skin, still burning with passion still seeking an escape. She let out a soft moan filled with a growing desire for more when she felt one hand tracing the bare skin of her hips while the other cupped her breast, massaging it softly, slowly.<br/><br/>With every rapid, erratic breath that escaped her lips as nothing more than a gasp between kisses, she felt her breast press against his hand, adding to the fire building inside of her. The touch was incredibly arousing, sending her heart running away from her again. She got the feeling that Thal-ion was enjoying it as much as she was, and that somehow added to her fire. To know that he enjoyed her body, her touch, her presence so.<br/><br/>When the kiss finally ended, Thal-ion turned into her body, nuzzling her neck once more, this time with more fire, desire, and lust, earning a moan filled with lustful passion from the young woman. He hungrily drew one of her legs over his hip and Alethea wrapped it around him, pulling him even closer to her. A smile played across her lip as she bit her lip gently against the growing passion.<br/><br/>His caresses burned with a new, seemingly more intense lust as they explored her cleavage. She smiled when he whispered her name with a mix of passion and affection. "Thal-ion..." she whispered back to him, her hands seeking the warmth of his touch, running through his hair, down his neck and his back, then up again, exploring him with slow tenderness, as he explored her, clearly not content with her previous exploration, nor his. She wanted more, to feel more of him, his searing touch of his hands, his lips, his tongue against her skin, tasting her, teasing her, kissing her, exploring her, loving her. She wanted all of it, and more. And she was content to keep going until she had all that she desired, and until he had all that he desired.<br/><br/>She wanted to let go, to lose control again and again, until they were both consumed by one another, by their lust and their passion, their love and desire, until they were both satisfied. How ever long it took, she was happy to give herself to him, completely. Anything he wanted, she would gladly give, until he was satisfied. At least for the night. She had the distinct feeling that he would never really get enough, nor would she. But she was okay with that. She was okay with trying, over and over, for as long as she lived.