musebox for Ashfae's minions

"Yes--" It's more a hiss between her teeth than a word, because this feels perfect, he feels perfect, this is what she wanted, all she wanted...she has all the control and that is a wonder, and she quickly learns how to roll her hips as she moves, so that all the places that most crave sensation receive it in turn. "Faramir, you--oh, my love--" Her hands rest on either side of his head, so she may hold herself in place above him, and whenever she opens her eyes she can see his face taut with the same ecstacy she feels. "Faramir--!"