"Annnh...  L-Luneth!"  Neither of the two was showing any self-restraint as they enjoyed the pleasures they could find in one another.  Every time the sailor thrust upwards into Rose, he pulled her down onto himself, but the truth was, even if he had dedicated both hands to fondling her breasts, he still would have had her coming down on him with the same force.  It wasn't just that every thrust pushed him deeply into her, either.  Every time she came down upon him, that little button above her dripping wet flower was ground down against his flesh, and a fresh moan was torn from her throat.  The bed-springs were already creaking underneath them, the partygoers outside could probably hear them going at it, and this next bit was probably just her imagination, but it seemed as though the boat itself were even rocking from the force of their movements...  "Yes, Luneth!  By the Lady, yes...!"<br/><br/>...And the shifter was loving every minute of it.  Finally, someone with whom she could really cut loose!  Feeling each thrust go so deeply into her, letting her muscles tense up and grip that length of his tightly, as though trying to keep him from slipping out each time, being able to look down and see the way his eyes rolled back into his head each time their hips met...  Really, it was<em>perfect</em>!<br/><br/>Though, admittedly, unlike him, she didn't have too much to focus her attention on, other than the movements of her hips.  He was reaching up with one hand, little spikes of pain and pleasure mixing together as he groped at her breast like a dying man reaching for forbidden fruit, and all she could do by contrast was to run her fingers over his chest, raking along those rippling muscles, letting herself feel the strength and power she was keeping pinned down beneath her...  But then, that had its own perks.