[Alyss swallows, her throat a bit dry at the near whimper, her hair standing on end when he groans and rocks up into her. Alyss' eyes flutter close at the tightness, the sensations he still manages to coil up in her. Three years and she wasn't any where near tiring of him. She flushes at the compliment, her eyes still close.] A goddess whose a minx. [Tiny smile, as her eyes open and she slides against his length, with slight pressure, the water making the feeling that much more interesting]