She closed her eyes, feeling her body internally writhe with pleasure. Her body was so sensitive, especially from the stresses of the day, it didn't take much to get her fire going. She craned her neck when his lips met there, and at his question, she mused, "It's the people, so hope filled and fraught with worry. It's good to know I can bring them peace, or some semblance of an answer."
Her hands began to smooth down his back, one side coating his back muscles with oil, the other with the turquoise paint.
"Then there are others like you, those who might be connected to my own questions, my own trials," her hips began to slowly grind against his, fingers now gripping into his back side, making the skin around them go white.
"Then there is the obvious,"s he said, grunting and moving her hips more with need, as if mocking their predestined love making, though their clothing was in the way; he, his pants, and she, barely sheer robe between them and if they kept this up, surely she'd soak his pants through.
"All Saranthians have this sort of ability,"s he purred. " But not all are so finely tuned. I.. I was a restless soul, and also.."s he drew in a breath, cheeks flushing as she moved against the hard on in his pants that was jutting out, grinding against it with need.
"I felt this.. this was my destiny. The oceans called to me.. so I called back, and here, here I make a living; reading dreams and reading palms.." and it was her turn to trace and nibble her lips up his neck, before restin gher fore head to him. "And to unite in ways like this, to connect to others in spiritual intimacy." And she leaned forward, pressing her lips fully to his.
"TO find the kiss of my destiny." Nd she smirked,a nd gripped onto his hair, pressing forward and making the second kiss hotter and longer than before. "To perhaps find the kiss of love?" And the last part was added with a playful kiss of her tongue.