The release that Troy had given her was an exquisite one. It made her body hum with desire, desire that she didn't realize she had all pent up until just now. It was amazing how just a very simple display of touches was all she needed to find that release. Troy hadn't much else but touch her...and much of it was innocent touching. But the feelings he was able to pull from her were surprising. It had been too long since she had given herself to a man â€" perhaps her body was just needing a sweet release.

He pulled his wings in and moved to lay beside her, placing a chaste kiss on her neck. At first Amelia wondered if he thought she was just going to leave him there as painfully aroused as he was. Amelia was not the type to receive and never give. She always returned favors and then some. Eyes looked over at Troy before she smiled.

She slowly sat up and scooted down on the bed by just a few inches. Coming to her knees, she leaned over Troy as her hand took him in a form grasp. She stroked him a time or two before she lowered her lips to press soft kisses down his abdomen. As she moved lower, she drew out her strokes, hoping to increase his pleasure by teasing movements. Fangs nipped at the skin of his groin, never breaking skin but enough to cause an interesting way to nip and tease. Eventually, her lips started to kiss from the base of his arousal, slowly working up to the head. Only when she pressed a soft kiss to his head did she finally take him in her mouth, her tongue teasing him as she did so. Hand, lips, and tongue worked so perfectly with one another and slowly, she increased the speed. Only when she felt Troy's body begin to tense, she eased away from him, eyes still on his.

Lips pressed kisses back up his abdomen, chest, and up his neck. Her fangs once again teased along his carotid, wanting so badly to drink the intoxicating blood beneath. But she refrained, letting her lips continue to press against the skin just behind his ear then down his jaw. When her lips finally fused with his own, she eased herself un top of his arousal, feeling him as he sank deeper. Her lips groaned softly as she began a steady rhythm on top of him. "Your turn...." Her desire was for him to seek his own release and she would gladly help him through it.