The halfling's lips curl up into a smile, and she shakes her head through your kiss.<br/><br/>"Don't worry so much." Her voice is a breathless chuckle as she pulls back, millimeters from your lips. "The Drow has night tea in stock. So don't- mm- worry so much, and let -oh- loose!"<br/><br/>She grins and puts her hands on your shoulders, gently pushing you to arch you back, making it harder to kiss... but easier to make love. And at the same time, those limber muscles of hers go to work, teasing and tightening around you, beckoning you to speed up or go deeper or both.<br/><br/>"Gods..." She murmurs as a spasm runs through her own body, and you feel a new wave of heat around your shaft. "So damned close..."