<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=20212.msg824017#msg824017">Quote from: shadowheart on 21-09-2008, 15:10:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">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.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Zemok starts shifting himself, letting his shaft come up against her slit at first, simply testing her limits without trying to penetrate.  He isn't certain what codes her order subscribes to, and doesn't know if she's ready to open herself to him, or if she's just overcome by sensation for the moment.  He kisses her deeply for several long moments while he gets his shaft positioned, and then lets his mouth start crawling down the side of her neck.  He leaves a trail of hot, wet kisses and stinging nips across the delicate skin of her throat, up to just below her ear.  She can feel his hardness pulsing against her, parting her labia and grinding the underside of his shaft against her clit.  That lust is reflected in tension all through his body, cords standing out through his arms while they pin her hands, his lips pressed hard against her neck.