<div style="text-align: justify;">Oena moaned softly as her lover explored her with tongue and lips. With her hand down, she gathered his hair away from his face so she could see him, see his eyes whenever he would look up at her. She had no difficulty keeping herself suspended a few inches off the furs for a short period of time, but the delicious sensations that Vanyel was building in her core made it a little more challenging than she would have thought it to be. She took deep breaths, but her breathing wasn’t as regular as it was just minutes ago.<br/><br/>As he climbed back up slowly, Oena’s hands reached for his shoulders and his back. Her hips rested back onto the furs. She wrapped both arms around him as he lingered on his way up, the touch of his lips rewarded by soft, encouraging moans of delight. She could have kissed Vanyel all though the day, if he did not feel the need to speak. She did not hold it against him, though. She offered him a tender and loving smile, her left hand resting on his cheek. <br/><br/>“And I love you, Vanyel. You are everything to me.” And it was the honest truth, not that she had the habit to lie, but rather quite the opposite. “Are you ready too, or would you rather I help you along?” She asked, her smile taking a touch of mischief to it. Her hands ran all over his back, slowly, as if she couldn’t get enough of him, and it was probably the case.<br/></div>