Grinning girlishly at his mirth and his comeliness, she savors the prolonged view of his body before all the skin she can see disappears against her own.  Odd, how a man's body can be tuned for war and honed for love at the same time... she kisses him in return, sucking his lower lip between her teeth while he grinds against her, then smiling into his eyes when his member swells to full readiness.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=52737.msg2456916#msg2456916">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 17-11-2009, 02:10:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "I am very drunk right now.  I may say or do things that I don't really mean."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Fallon.jpg)</div>One of Fallon's slender, copper eyebrows arches in feigned skepticism before she reaches down between them-- effortlessly moving the man, what with the bed at her back for leverage and all-- and grips his shaft with her slim, strong fingers, giving it a healthy squeeze that works the skin around his head up, then eases it back to reveal the sensitive glans.  Her hand roams the whole length, measuring him and testing the tautness of his sac, as she gives a scholarly "hmmm?"  before she kneads the healthy testes encouragingly.  "I would hope that you really mean<i>this</i>, drunk or not."  She works she shaft once more, easing the foreskin away from the head and then gliding it back up to a caressing dispersion of delicate fingertips.  "It's quite the compliment."<br/><br/>Unless he resists-- and even then, only if he resists with<i>considerable</i>effort, she wraps her legs around him and twists her body in a spiraling embrace that becomes a play for position, placing her astride the half-elf's pale, chiseled trunk.  She eases her round ass back onto his thighs and settles herself gently, arching her shoulders back to thrust her youthful breasts up and out as her hands work over his ropey-muscled shoulders and the thick slabs of his chest muscles, kneading and teasing her delicate nails and strong fingers down him in a tattoo of massaging ripples.  He has a pillow with which to prop himself for the best view as she squeezes her breasts together with her arms, the up-tilting shapes molding together pliably.  On his thighs, he can feel the moist heat of her sex as she writhes in slow undulations and works her way down him.<br/><br/>"I can't give you<i>all</i>of me... not yet."  She smiles with the sweet, sisterly kindness of a girl and the hungry certainty of a preying wolf.  "But I can give you something very, very special."