He was playing her like that beautiful stringed instrument he'd taken such care to set aside, and she knew it. Her body responded beautifully under the caresses. Singing to the tune, so to speak.<br/><br/>As his words touched her ears, she laughed slightly...only to have her breath taken away as he stroked the sensitive nub hidden within her folds. The leg she'd hooked over his shoulder stiffened insistantly, another uncontrolled moan ripped from her lips as her hands fisted themselves in the coverlet.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkgreen">"If tha's....true...lovely, you have....remarkable...restraint. Ooh." </span>She managed the words between hitches of breath, robbed of them completely as she felt his tongue stroke her core. It was met with her juices, already gathered from their previous endeavors and flowing anew from this particular one. They mixed with the wine to provide him with quite the flavor.<br/><br/>A hand reached out, wanting to touch the man who was providing such wicked pleasure...so much so she was blind with it. Her normally precise and clever movements were erratic, fingers just grazing his hair on the first pass before coming back for another. Denying her reciprocation had been a cruel trick, indeed. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips between practically panting breaths as her hips rocked toward that slight pressure. She'd remember this, all right.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>