<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/tattoo_thumb1-1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid - Playing the part of dutiful pool boy - The Gamble's Cockpit=-</strong></div>Though it didn't surprise him, Vincent was always delighted to feel Mae's body react to his touch in a way that only encourages him to do more.  And more they did, as his northernmost hand allowed his fingers to play with the erect nipple by lightly pinching it between his knuckles while the southernmost followed the contours of her thigh to allow his fingers to press against the warmth of her smooth slit.  A heated breath escaped his lips as he felt her press more firmly against the tented fabric of his boxers, bathing her neck in the warmth of his breath.  A broad toothy smile spread across his lips at his girlfriend's suggestion that the best way to do something right was through vigilance and repetition.<br/><br/>Before he could respond with a quip of his own, she had already captured the back of his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss that he all but melted in to.  Vincent's tongue mingled gleefully with its counterpart in a familiar dance that was anything but trite.  The taste of her lips were just as succulent as he remembered and it was easy for him to lose himself in the sensations.  With his mouth preoccupied, the copilot resorted to his nose in order to breathe, which had the added effect of allowed him to smell the sweet fragrance of Mae's freshly bathed skin.  Once the kiss came to its natural end the better part of a minute later, his body was humming like a power station with desire to show the love of his life just how she made him crazy for her.<strong>"What do you say we grab those oils you talked about and get settled into my cabin where we can begin allowing me to meet my potential?"</strong>His green hues danced with the need to be intimate with Mae; a gaze that was reserved solely for her.