<div style="text-align: justify;">Oena enjoyed this. It was an intimate way to give him pleasure, and while Oena was nowhere near a control freak, she did enjoy the way she could control the speed at which he would draw near his release. She enjoyed the taste and the feel of the different textures of his skin against her tongue, one soft and smooth, the other a little coarser. She kept a sharp ear trained on him, on the sounds he made in case he called her name. It had taken a certain adaptation to the quiet means to communicate Vanyel could use, but they were never an issue to Oena.<br/><br/>Oena felt his hand on her head and its movement toward her chin as the taste on her tongue changed slightly. She didn’t resist as he pulled her away, knowing that this was his way to tell her that she had to stop before it was too late. Oena used her free hand to send her long brown hair behind her head and away from her face. She nodded her head at his request. She could certainly be the one to provide for the both of them and she would be sure to give her deserving husband the best she could.<br/><br/>Oena moved up to straddle his hips. She did not take him into her right away, but made sure that the both of them were comfortable before. She slipped a hand between them, but rather than to take him in her, she rubbed the head against her folds, gathering moisture and reviving her simmering arousal. Once in place, Oena lowered herself slowly, taking him all in until their hips connected. Her hands rested gently onto his chest, to keep her balance as she leaned forward to give Vanyel a kiss. Before their lips met, she whispered. “I love you.”<br/></div>