<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)   </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Will<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Hot and boithered<hr/>Will's intensity and abandon is more than encouraging for Rowan, who returns his enthusiasm vigorously... her body's in tune enough to eagerly return the contact, her kisses, her touches bolder by the moment, her own form supple and strong beneath him as she bucks back against his strokes out of instinctual desires and awakening sensations that every stroke seems to call forth.  She's learning, quickly, that the stroke of his body within her is like an accent, but the caress of his hands and the rub of his body are the chords and the notes of making love.  It's definitely not what she thought it would be... it's much more-- what is it, a total-body experience?  It seems more like... well, the way that those drunkards looks when they're chugging a huge flagon of free beer.  Or the way that a craftsman must feel when seeing their carvings come precisely to life.<br/><br/>Oh, that's silly, she thinks.  Only a whore would make fucking a craft...<i>oh, gods, I'm not a whore now, am I?</i><br/><br/>Then when Will's reassuring whisper finds her ear, she smiles back, dreamily whispering incomprehensibly in return, her breath coming in surprised, high pants... yes, her voice-- she recognizes the sounds from her throat, the high cries, the gasps, the moans of pleasure.  Those are from<i>her</i>, uninhibited, and not at all faked... she's not a whore, a whore wouldn't sound that damn sexy.<br/><br/>That feeling she's captured with Will, it's not some petty exchange or an exertion of control, or some old woman's warning of wifely duty.  It's purely mutual, and it feels... complete? Ah, that's it!  And as she realizes that word, Will's pleasure begins to peak, and she can feel it in every muscle from his calves to his shoulders, and in the hot, ragged breath on her shoulder, and it manifests in his intensity and drives her with it.   That's it... he's taking her with her.  He's bringing her there and as he does she can't help but cry out his in soft encouraging moans, "Yes, Will-- yes... yessss.... YEAASSS!" and as she comes, she shivers, she cries out high and her voice catches in her throat, and suddenly she can't breathe and doesn't really want to.  Her body shudders like electricity and crashes like waves, and her sex, tightly clenching him still, is a wet, hot fist gripping and milking his member in her as he fills her again and again.  "Ohh... she murmurs, still holding him inside, clenching his hair and cheeks and arching her back, still squeezing him again and again as the aftershocks of her climax continue and her bare, scarred breasts are his to possess.  Then, when she can breathe again, it's loudly and with spent exhaustion until she collapses against the bed, glistening with sweat and stroking his back as she breathes heavy in the night air.