The shift in the realms, the push of the spirit world sank through Craig warming him to the core. The spirits of nature, of a more peaceful place and time, seemed stronger in this little grotto of sand and surf. Like a leeward tent from a sharp wind, the air seemed to still, humming with a vibrancy even as the world passed around it.<br/><br/>Craig found himself moving to peg, closing, closer, atop her and pushing along her. Not in dominance, but flowing around her, skin meeting skin as he sampled her as if she were new to his touch. His hands met her helps, holding there as he pulled first down before pushing his torso to her and sliding up her body. It was the contact, the need, the growing want. Her passion sparking his as his body responded to hers.<br/><br/>He could not miss the scent, the signs. The change in her breathing, the arousal that slowly surrounded them as they met. His kissed became deeper, more force behind the contact as he sampled her taste and flesh with each press. His teeth moved across her shoulder, the back of her neck. His hands moving along her hips, her upper legs and lower torso felt his hands meet her skin, never stopping a steady push and need apparent.<br/>