Godlen eyes gazed into hers, then he turned his chin slightly and brushed his lips lightly over hers.  They were a paradox, chill, yet somehow electric, soft, though she knew he could will himself painfuly hard.<br/><br/>His lips lingered over hers tenderly, ministering to hers with brushing strokes of his lips just as his fingers ministered to her blooming petals.  Gathering slickness from her honey, he moved his gentle caress to her newly revealed inner petals.