I Never Kiss on the First Date - White's Funhouse

Another soft moan. "'Feel it' is how I would put it. I know many can read auras. I do not speak of that."

She smiled and bit his shoulder softly.

"Looking at an aura is not the same as seeing one's spirit."

"Exactly." he reached out and touched her body, his hand sliding down. "That is why I want to FEEL."

She smiled again.

"Have you felt your own spirit?"

"I have." he smiled up at her.

Her tongue ran over his throat again.

"And what does your spirit feel like?"

He moaned, then his hands wrapped around her waist.

"It craves more." he whispered.

She smiled again.

"How much more?"

Then she leaned close to kiss him.

He gladly took the kiss, returning it deeply.

"Find out." he challenged.

She covered him on all fours.

"Do you really wish me to read your thoughts?"

His grin widened. "I was hoping you'd find another way to discover your answer."

She straddled his thighs.

"Unlike you, I am not nearly as concerned with your spirit."

He laughed, clearly becoming aroused. "Only with my body, hmmm?"

She shook her head.

"No. I just care less than you do."

"Mmm... but you do care about something."

She smiled again.

"Of course I do. Everyone cares about something."

She looked down at him.

"Do you prefer me to be gentle?"

He grinned up at her. "I wish for you to please me in a way that is true to yourself."

She tilted her head.

"That does not answer my question."

"What I mean is that 'gentle' and 'rough' are simply mediums." his hands slid up to cup her breasts. "For example, I could torture you for all eternity... I could also gently fulfill your every sexual need. Either might serve my purpose, and it goes the same way when I am receiving. So when you ask me if I prefer you gentle, my question is : Do you?"

She moaned.

"Depends upon the situation."

He grinned, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Then you've answered your own question."

She moaned again. She knelt above him and was ready for him if he seemed to want her to.

"Not really. What I want has nothing to do with what you want."

He was clearly ready, but was letting her take the lead. One hand continued to grasp her breast while the other caressed her cheek. "Truly? And what is it you want, pet?"

She slid down on top of him and moaned.

"To please you."

He laughed in pleasure as she slid down to him. "And if what pleases me is for you to submit to me completely?"