<div style="text-align: justify;">Oena’s hands slowly climbed back up as Vanyel started his journey downward.  She tilted her head away from him to offer her neck to his lips. By the time his lips reached her nipple, Oena’s hand reached his head, just gently caressing his hair. Her chest heaved whenever his lips or his tongue did something particularly pleasing. She took deep breath, trying to remain calm and just enjoy the moment. From time to time, Oena breathed in sharply, as Vanyel seemed to hit just the right spot, the right way, sending sparks of pleasure down into her core.<br/><br/>He knew her body like she knew his, and he played with it like a fine instrument. There was more to it than knowledge, though. Oena felt in the way he touched her, and kissed her, that his feelings for her were as deep and intense as her feelings for him were. There were no possible doubts about it and Oena had none. Feeling the warmth of his skin against her, as familiar as it was, made her all the more aware of his presence and how she wanted to touch him as intimately as he did her.<br/><br/>Oena had closed her eyes, her hand followed her husband’s head without resistance. She moaned softly, and felt like it was a signal for her husband to take things further. She opened her eyes and looked down toward him. She placed an arm behind her head so that keeping her eyes on him would not put a strain on her neck. When she understood what Vanyel meant to do, she became instantly more aroused in anticipation. Oena spread her legs and bent them so her feet would be flat onto the bed, giving him more space for his head and his shoulders.<br/><br/>Her breathing became faster as he teased her, the anticipation of his more intimate touch making her all the more aroused. The sight of him, down between her legs, as he used his tongue to bring her to new height, was all the more erotic to her. “Oh Van… this feel so good.” She whispered and her hips lifted off the furs only a little. She bit her lower lip, trying to stifle a moan. Her hand on his head alternated between being still and caressing his hair, as if she forgot that her hand was there at times and remembered it right after.<br/></div>