<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>: Aftershocks and butterflies<hr/>Rowan gasps a light laugh at that, her scarred, small body heaving with breath and glistening with a diamond-sheen of sweat.  She clenches her thighs on Will's hand, shivering and shuddering again as she squeezes and relaxes, her breath catching as she buckles up and then arches her back, the compact muscles stretching and shivering before she collapses back onto the bed again, breathing hard with that powerful aftershock still echoing in her nerves and muscles.<br/><br/>"Oh... Will..." the simple utterance of his name is a half-whisper and a half-cry, and she flutters her eyes open slowly to look into his.  "Oh, but that.  Was... good."  She grins and smiles broadly as she relaxes her head against the pillow, sighs as she catches her breath, then rouses herself over to straddle Will's thighs.  "But I haven't forgot," she says, looking down at him with devilish glee, "what got me<i>into</i>this state to begin with, and Will, I..." she shivers, settles herself astride his thighs and strokes her hands down his chest with long, adoring strokes, "...oh, I intend to finish what we started here..." she winks, shifts her weight to make sure he's comfortable, and then smirks.<br/><br/>"Now... I think I know what to do here, but... I'm not exactly a... er, master of such things."  She cups his hips in her hands, slips her fingers underneath gently to test the sides of his buttocks as she leans down over his erect, gleaming-tipped member.  One hand begins to gently roll his sac against his body, savoring the intimate understanding and vulnerability of holding those glands in her palm, and loving the fire that this touch kindles in his eyes.  "But... I'm willing to risk it with you.  I don't think you'll... you know..."  her chin brushes the tip of him, leaving a damp glistening jewel behind on her golden skin, "... I don't think you'll be too rough on me if I don't get it<i>just</i>right... but..."<br/><br/>She lets her lower lip catch at the underside of his member's engorged head, causing her wet inner mouth to graze over that sensitive skin before she places a delicate kiss at the opening.  "Right...." her breath tickles the skin.  "You'll help me make sure it feels good, right?"  She grins, and, with one hand still gently massaging his testes, she cradles his base, wrapping her fingers determinedly around, and slips her mouth over his head.  She feels like hot, wet velvet.  There's a slight, wet sound, and her saliva and her wet, strong tongue flow over his head as she savors the taste of his precum, then she begins to slowly, gently bob her head, trying to swivel her hand very gently, very tentatively, to match that rhythm.<br/><br/>It may take her a moment, but she soon finds a way to feel comfortable like this.  She wouldn't begin to understand how to swallow a cock, much less a man of his girth, but she's willing to lend her mouth to his head and the first of his shaft and to suckle it, to bob her mouth gently, while her hand simulates the opposite motion, in a steadying, smoothing rhythm that begins to pick up speed.