"Ahh,<em>Rose!</em>" Luneth went cross-eyed for a moment at the feel of Rose's hand in his pants, taking ahold of him. The muscular cords of his neck tensed out into stark relief, like ship rigging, and he rocked his head back into the pillow amidst its halo of silver hair. HE eagerly kicked his own pants off beyond the foot of the wide bed. As she swooped down near his ear, both his arms slid under her ampits, hugging her shoulders to help draw her in. Soon, though, his hands massages their way impatiently down her back. He took firm holds of her bare, firm buttocks.<br/><br/>He groaned again as he squeezed, nodded in an emphatically affirmtive  reply. "Have I? Wonderful to know....more wonderful still to<em>feel</em>..." Feel he did, cupping a hand so far around the undercurve of her buttock, along an inner thigh, that the tip of a long index finger brushed against her underneath. It traced an ovular path, quite deliberately so, and he angled his hips with a gamey smile.<br/><br/>Free of his pants, he rubbed himself up along her in the direction of the orange and black striping. His own flesh throbbed one, growing yet harder against her comparative softness. He slaked himself eagerly against the damp, as if to deliberately render himself all the smoother for sliding. With firm handholds of her buttocks, he ground her against himself, and gazed up into her eyes smiling. "I can withstand my own desire no more than resist plumbing deeply of yours. I'm going to enter and fill ye, Rose, and enjoy thy beauteous body with little thought to restraint or inhibition, or anything at all beyond my senses, which ye fill."