[ Lumine shivers under the brush of his lips, his nose, his breath, head tilting back on her neck again as her scalp prickles. She just came--but she feels like she could start all over again. So his suggestion to keep going? That might be the most delightful thing she's heard come out of his mouth so far.

She twists around, slick skin slipping underneath his hands until her chest is pressed to his and her own arms can twine around his neck. She goes onto her tip toes and leans up into him as she drags him down, making the metaphysical physical. ]

You're not allowed to stop now.

[ Her eyes are hooded, fogged, and where there ought to be gold, perhaps amber, is a muddy bronze. It should be disturbing, but all he'll feel as he finds himself looking into them is the sensation that he is falling down deeper, into comfort, into his sexual fantasies, into a deep hole from which he will never come out of. Never want to come out of.

She runs a hand down and then up the curve of one pec, toying with his nipple for a change. ]

We've hardly started having fun.