[ Sinking back into the wealth of pillows against her headboard, he steadies his hands on her waist and watches the wine flow down her body, leaning up against her hand on his chest so he can still mouth at her breasts and cover them in kisses, lapping up the sweet vintage. He lapses into a happy state of relaxation, aroused and content in the same breath, happy to let Aphrodite dictate how much he gets to touch and taste her just as long as she stays within the grasp of his arms. That's all that matters, really. ]
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Mmmm, Ditey ...