With the swing moving, it took a lot of effort to not push the pace and try to shove himself as far down her throat as he could.  His head dropped back, mouth open and eyes closed, lost in the sensations of her mouth.  Power rippled around them like a heat shimmer, thankfully contained by the wards of the land.  His hand moved to cup the breast he'd been playing with, moving it around within the palm of his hand.<br/><br/>His hand in her hair, playing with it, petting, he'd finally turn his head down to look at her.  Watching her do what she was doing to him.  "I need to be inside of you," he said bluntly.  "I want to feel the hot, tight confines of your body.  Climb up here, Lasciel.  Unless you'd rather be sitting on the railing of the porch."