From their short time together Elariel had learned that Tae'loren was good at many things. He was an incredible fighter, he had wisdom beyond reckoning, he was passionate, he was protective, and he was an incredible lover. He was proving that last one to her again how, and as her hand slid down, coming through his hair, heel of her hand pressing against the curve of his ear, she realised he was also an expert at teasing her.<br/><br/>His tongue and lips and face felt so good mashed up against her body that Elariel couldn't help but cry out. Her fingers curled, scraping against his scalp as her hips bucked against his face. His tongue probed inside her and she started to moan in earnest now. But he wouldn't give in to her that easy, no. Instead his hands came up to hold her in place, to stop her needy writhing and subject her to the whims of his skilled ministrations.<br/><br/>"By the Sun Well!" She cried, toes curling now too. She looked down at him over her panting breasts. Gods, she felt so good when he did these things to her, but she wanted him. No- she needed him. She craved to feel his body above hers, covering hers, pressing into her and filling her with all of his glore.<br/><br/>"Please my love," She gasped, moaning once more when his face nuzzled expertly against her clit. "I need you! P-please!" But her begging was disrupted once more by a sharp burst of pleasure. Every movement of his tongue and faced pushed her higher, setting off a chain reaction of wonder that she knew would lead to a spectacular release if he kept going. She was torn; she wanted this release, yet she so desperately wanted to feel his cock inside of her. She cried out, her body tensing in preparation as she was left at his mercy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>