[And quiver he will if she keeps this up. He rolls his hips, once, both hands going to ground himself in her hair. He reacts visibly as she handles his plums, and he is well-hard and darkly colored in arousal.]

Ohh, Yenh... [Why was everyone so good at this? It made him feel amateurish in relation, though he was older than each of his lovers. He lays back, his legs splayed wide, breath starting to quicken properly. Perhaps it's the energy or the thrill involved, but it gets him talking.]

Is this hard-earned skill or blessing? I could believe either easily, but I never knew a woman of so many talents had more still...