It was that smirk of confidence - like he knew exactly how much she wanted him, how she was trembling and aching for him - that really made her insides go fiery. She had to take a deep breath, trying not to show how turned on she was, as he shifted her body how he wanted. Lhurriel was so much smaller, her frame lithe and petite, that he didn't seem to find carrying her heavy at all, nor moving her any great chore.<br/><br/>When he plunged fully into her, she couldn't hold back the gasp, the soft cry that tore itself from her throat. She'd never been very loud - she wasn't a screamer, like some others she could think of who had kept her awake some nights - but the variety and volume of her moans, gasps, and sighs quite easily told her lover exactly how she was feeling. The noises she made in bed made up a secret language all on its own, Raymond had frequently teased her.<br/><br/>Amron filled her so very nicely, and as he began stroking in and out, her weak gasps for breath became rhythmic moans of encouragement. There was a roaring in her ears - was she already getting close to her peak? - and so she only barely heard his voice beyond the sound of their flesh slapping together. "Yes... keep going... just like this..." She managed to gasp out between lusty moans.