A shuddering whimper escaped Alethea's lips as he removed her undergarments, tracing kissed down and back up her legs. But unlike before, these weren't slow, tender kisses, they were quick and feverish, burning with the fiery passion that now consumed them both. She stole a glance at him when he stopped, his eyes taking in the sight of her naked body, feasting on the sight. He wasn't touching her, yet just that look sparked something in her, that look of hungry desire, his wandering eyes doing everything his hands and lips were not. At least not yet.<br/><br/>He removed his own undergarments and stood before her for a moment, as if to allow her eyes to take him in as his did her. And they did, taking in every inch of him before he moved to rejoin her in the bed, returning his warmth to her. His hands resumed their exploration and she melted to his touch, letting a content sigh escape her lips. Yet that sound was nothing compared to the one that escaped her lips when she felt his breath, and his lips against the tender flesh of her--usually--private area. And then came a sound she wasn't sure was her own as his tongue touched the skin, tasting it, softly, tenderly, over and over again.<br/><br/>And again she lost count of the sounds she made as he explored her, tasted her, inside and out while his hands roamed her hips, pulling her closer, ever closer. She hadn't thought she could get any hotter, that she could feel more electrified, and yet she did, more with every passing second that he held her, touched her, tasted her. Again she writhed beneath him, only enough to ease the need for her body to move, but not enough to interrupt his exploration as his tongue traced the flesh inside of her, softly, yet with a fiery heat, tasting her while his hands massaged her, this time more firmly, each touch filled with lustful desire.<br/><br/>She gave herself over to him, to the pure, unadulterated pleasure he brought her. As his lust and passion grew, so did hers. And when he moaned, half growling in pleasure against the sensitive skin, she shivered with pleasure and lust, finding some deep satisfaction in knowing how much he, too, was enjoying this. She couldn't help but let a small smile spread across her face as a soft, very happy, pleasured sound escaped her lips as he continued tasting her, teasing her with careful attention to her reaction, her desires, stroking them ever higher with every passing moment.<br/><br/>She found that she, too, wished to touch him, to taste him, to bring him the same pleasure he brought her, with the same careful attention. But she had to wait. For the moment, all she could do, all she wished to do was give in to the heat, the burning desire of lustful hunger that burned inside of them both, stroked ever higher by his careful, slow, tender, fiery touches. Her hands ran through his hair, along his cheeks, his ear, then back into his hair, her own feverish touch seeking him as she reveled in the pleasure he continued building inside of her. And no matter how maddeningly amazing it felt, she knew that this was only the beginning, and that only served to further excite her desire, her hunger for him and everything he gave, everything he took, and everything she would give and take from him, too. She had never before been so happy to give herself over to anything as she was now, and never had she been more excited to experience more, anything and everything that was to come. Then again, she'd never been this happy before, period.