Arms around Atlas' neck, Minerva pressed her lush body against his own firmly muscled form. The contact of their now dry skin, warmth to warmth, her breasts crushed against his chest made Minerva shiver slightly. Her lips moved lazily under his, tasting him slowly, savouring the tart wine-punked flavour of his tongue.
She breathed out, chucklingn at his observation. "Thank you. It is a very nice and soft bed. Perfect for fucking in," Minerva advised, her hips rocking against him as she felt Atlas' fingers slipping under the elastic of her bottoms.
Minerva pulled away enough to guide him over to the bed and pushed him down to lie on his back. She crawled over him, her hair swinging down as she straddled his hips with her legs.