Each time Rose dropped - nay,<em>drove</em>herself down upon - and, exquisitely,<em>around</em>- him, Luneth groaned mightily, hips bucking up and head flailing about. He was plainly not accustomed to a woman putting so much of her own strength into such a pleasurable act, nor so deftly. The look upon his face was both enraptured and excruciated. His breath shot out in a narrow, hot burst each time she slammed down. His lips trembled at the pleasure of the throbbing it caused him within her, which seemed to ripple through the pink inner walls of her astounding body.<br/><br/>"By the Lady indeed!" he nodded vigorously, reaching down to enjoyed the feel of her waist and hips between his long-spanned hands, and to tug her as she dropped and impaled herself like a seductive vampiress upon a stake. "...Fortunate favors the bold! And, it seems, the beautiful!"<br/><br/>He glanced down at their juncture, and smiled at the sheen of her damp state, and especially the way it caused his own body to reflect in the rosey candlelight during the brief eyeblinks during which portions of his length were visible. It seemed to give him an idea; while one hand slid around her backside again, to cup both buttocks and squeeze one possessively, his other hand cupped her just above where he penetrated her body. His palm and fingers splayed across her lower belly, but his thumb slid a bit lower. It pressed and hooked just a bit, with daring precision. Then it began to rub furiously, confident that she was well slick enough not to e burned by the friction, the thumb pad swirling in tight little circles.  "To feel you, inside and out....that is fortune indeed."<br/>