She moved with him, fluid, and pliant. She floated, still on the cushion of post-orgasm fuzziness, and she whimpered as his voice teased over her ear and neck, shoulder blades pulling back against him. Her head tipped to the side as he kissed her neck, and goosebumps sprang over her heated skin at the sensual tease. Her lips were soft beneath his, mouth opening for him, accepting him and she sighed softly into the kiss, eyes still closed, hips tilting back for him as she kissed him back.<br/><br/><em>Then come,</em>She thought in response to him,<em>come inside of me, Rosuriel</em>. She gripped him, weakened but still trying, rolling her hips back over his length as he slid into her, encouraging him with her body, unable to say the words in her mind.