She feels his leg pressing gently up, and she allows her legs to part for him, pressing tightly into the kiss.  Her lips are parted, her tongue sliding along his when they meet, dancing along and entwining with his.<br/><br/>Her hands clench his, and she quivers feeling him raise them above her head.  She has the faintest sense of vulnerability, with her hands secured and his hardness against her lower body, but she doesn't fight ... she welcomes the sensations, and with a soft moan into his mouth she shifts slightly, raising her thighs and coaxing his member down between them.<br/><br/>She found herself thanking Edves that she had not taken, voluntarily or otherwise, an oath of chastity upon entering the priesthood.