Alethea looked down at him when he stopped, looking up at her, their eyes meeting, her fingers still entangled in his hair. He then rolled off of her and she easily rolled with him, until she was positioned above him, his lips claiming hers almost before she had stopped moving. The kiss was passionate, hungry, stealing her breath away, as she no doubt stole his. It was intoxicating, and the feel of his heat radiating so close to her, as if begging to become one with her. And yet despite the desire of her own body and the calling of his, she resisted, for the moment. And she was quickly distracted from this particular desire by the feverish way in which he kissed her. It was hungry, greedy, lustful, full of fire, and it pulled her under.<br/><br/>When the kiss finally ended, she was breathless, but he seemed content to keep her that way, as his lips quickly moved down to her breasts, kissing and caressing them with far more passion than before. It was as if he was starving and the only thing that could satiate his hunger was her. And she was certainly more than happy to oblige his ravenous, yet somehow gentle teasing, sucking, and tasting of her breasts, and the roaming of his hands across her hips.<br/><br/>And now, with him beneath her, she finally had free reign to touch him, and she did, even as soft, passionate cries escaped her lips with every one of his touches. Her hands roamed over his chest, slowly exploring every inch of it before moving lower, her fingers tracing across his hips, his legs, his thighs, doing her best to avoid anything that might send him over the edge prematurely. Not that she really had the experience to judge, but she went with her instincts, and they served her well, as they always did.<br/><br/>She was slowly losing her grip on whatever illusion of control she had with every nibble, every little kiss that allowed him to taste her anew. She didn't want him to stop, ever, if possible, but she thought it not fair that she should get all of the attention, or that he should get to taste her so, yet she could not share the same. And so, without thought, she gently guided his face back up to meet hers, and she stole a kiss, deep and hungry, her tongue seeking his, wanting to taste him again and again, until they were both breathless.<br/><br/>Once she had some iota of satisfaction, she let her lips slip away from his, trailing kisses across his cheek, to his ear, where she traced her tongue along the edge of it before capturing the lobe with her teeth, not enough pressure to be painful, but enough to rouse some form of reaction. And then she played with it with her tongue for a moment before sucking gently, and then releasing it, kissing down his neck with the same agonizingly slow pace with which he had kissed her. Her lips played across her neck, to his throat, the other side, and then his other ear before she was satisfied with this exploration, trailing her kisses down his neck, centimeter by slow centimeter.<br/><br/>Down she continued, trailing soft, hungry, fiery kisses across his chest, down his leg, back up, then down the other and back up, ever so slowly. And then she stopped, but only for a moment, before she moved to take him inside of her mouth, her soft lips gently caressing him as her tongue played slow circles around the shaft, tasting him slowly, if for a few terribly short moments before she pulled back just a little. She then played small circles around the head for a few more tantalizing moments before sucking ever so gently for the briefest of moments, enough to drive him crazy, but not enough to push him over. She didn't take the same time he had to tease and taste, but then, she didn't think he could handle that now.<br/><br/>Instead, she trailed slow kissed up his chest until she found his lips, capturing them with her own, kissing him deeply and hungrily as her tongue sought his, tasting it, savoring it, playing with it. All the while her hands roamed his body, until she lost every ounce of self control she had left, slowly lowering herself onto him, feeling him slip inside of her. The descent was hindered a moment, but a little extra pressure and a small bit of pain later and she welcomed him fully inside of her with a moan of pleasure that exceeded all others echoing into his mouth. It felt... incredible, and easily drowned out whatever momentary pain it had brought her. Her kisses grew hungrier, desperate as she continued to seek his tongue with her own as her body moved slowly against his and her hands continued to roam his body feverishly as they melded together, into one, body, mind and soul.