Ocean's Breath Plateau how long can you hold your breath?

the encounter became suddenly intimate, tender, as she kissed his face, and he leaned into the touches. he closed his eyes, a whimper escaping his lips that was all sensual vulnerability. he didn't want to hurt her; he didn't want to be rough with her. rather, he wondered if he could find healing in her embrace, and perhaps give her something she needed, as well.

but he didn't know what she needed. he hadn't asked.

govinda did a delicate semi-circle once more around her, then lifted himself onto his hind legs, wrapping his forelimbs gently around her chest. please? he whispered in her ear, drawing his tongue along the curve of the delicate shell. his hips put soft but inexorable pressure against the warm, warm center of her, his desire as insistent as his voice was questioning.