Layla's large, round breasts rose and fell rapidly as she tried to get her breathing under control.  Laughing softly at his returned comment and his own heavy breathing, she pushed away the niggling worries that tried to invade her mind. She wasn't going to let her fears take over, get a grip inside of her brain and ruin any chance at happiness that she might have ahead of her. Like he'd suggested, this might be the Gods letting her have a good life again after so much had been done to her.  She wasn't one who would say for sure but if they were giving her a blessing then she would grip it with both hands.<br/><br/>Not seeing the man above her as anything even akin to embarrassed, her perception of him being more suave and tempting than inexperienced with women, she stared up into his face for a moment and then cuddled him as he kissed down her neck.  Shivering, she moaned softly, her legs wrapping around him so that he wouldn't fall out of her, not wanting to break the connection yet.  Her back arched as he treated her breasts to such delicious kisses, another little moan coming from her throat.  Squeaking softly as she realized that he was<em>still</em>hard, she looked up at him with mischief in her eyes, lips parted sensually.  The red flushing of his cheeks she mistook for exertion.<br/><br/>"Moan I make?" she asked, not knowing what in the world that he was talking about. She merely expressed the pleasure that he gave her.  But in the spirit of his flexing shaft, she squeezed him inside of her rather purposefully, looking up at him with mounting desire.  "Do you wish for another go around, Master?" she asked teasingly, rocking her hips up toward him, pulling him deeper within her.<br/>