<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>: In a nice afterglow, but hungry for more and very eager<hr/><br/>Rowan's intensity in her ministrations sees a bit of a decrecendo as Will begins to explore her body so tenderly and expertly... she gives a little sound of pleasure as his fingers gently rub aside her clitoral hood, and she flutters gently from toes to neck as he finds the right way to touch her, the right pressure, firm and gentle caresses alternating on that single point, but not neglecting the rest of her.  She finds her feet don't want to hold still, and her legs try to glide against the bedsheets encouragingly, very gently and with a little whisper of the fabric.  Her breath begins to quicken, and her strokes to his member begin to find a more steady pace again as she starts to give over conscious control to that physical urge and its building pleasure.<br/><br/>Tentatively, and curiously, she lets the tip of her finger stroke over his glistening head, a droplet of his precum lingering there, and she breaks the contact long enough to bring it to her lips for a curious taste.  She looks up at his eyes as her finger trails from her beestung lip, and her little pink tongue darts out to savor it.  She gives a sweet little smile and resumes her stroking of his cock with renewed vigor and purpose, knowing what she'll do when he climaxes... but then, with a gasp of surprise, she feels a twinging pressure deep in her body, a throbbing need that comes in waves like the water she was watching earlier, a slow-building tide.  She realizes that, at his hand, she'll probably come first... and it's far better to come at a lover's hand than her own.