a rush, a rush....<br/><br/>She tasted it and it was wonderful, a thrill of action and feeling and power, doing what she wanted, damn society and it's rules, damn the constraints of a life time! She laughed delightedly with the feeling of intoxicating power, it wasn't simply an idea of physical strength.. no, it was... a sense of, self, of confidence, She didn't need to ask permission and she didn't need to fear retribution.. maybe that was  it a sense of fearlessness.<br/><br/>She felt him stiff and strong caught against her again and groaned with pleasure.  it was amazing how much the body could... could feel! How was it possible to contain so much, to feel pleasure till the very tips f the fingers felt they would catch fire?  And yet he was so cold, so very very cold,  something in her mind registered it, why was he always so cold?  but predatory delight took over before it could take root.  Who cared?<br/><br/>"You seem chilly... Let me warm you up." she purred and let her hips fall taking him in again t her hot wet warmth  sighing as the wonderful full feeling sent little shocks through her, only getting more intense as she shifted lifting her hips and dropping again.