Etna knows how to fix any mood

I sighed, a bit of residual anger clinging to my voice as I gave Etna a soft kiss, "I'd love too but..." Etna hushed me with a single finger, the slender digit pressing against my lips softly as she whispered, "Ah, ah, ah. Leave it all to your Beauty Queen." Etna's hand slowly lid down from my lips, pressing against my chest until I fell onto the bed, her slim body easily climbing atop my own and locking my lips with hers.

Etna's kiss was slow and calculated, her tongue writhing around my own, making love with my muscle as her hands caressed my body. Just as her hands did so did mine, my fingers sliding deftly over her form, gliding over every inch I could, touching every last bit of skin. Etna's fingers slid down my chest, toying with the hem of my shirt before slowly lifting it up, running her bare palms along me skin with a pleased murr, her voice echoing in my mouth as he tail gently stroked along my inner thighs.

With careful hands and muddled thoughts my hands slid beneath Etna's shirt, my rougher fingers finding the base of her wings and slowly stroking them, another pleased mewl rising from Etna as she felt all over my torso, tracing lines and stroking surfaces with sharp attention to every detail. It was as if she were trying to memorize ever curve, every line, just as my hands were doing to her.

In time the need for air arose, our mouths breaking apart with a gasp, our eyes alight with passion and desire while our hands continued our slow,teasing caresses. Suddenly, Etna pulled away, a slight grin on her face as she sauntered over to the once forgotten bags of clothing. Picking up one she gave me a wink, vanishing into the bathroom as her voice called out, "1, 2, or 3 Johnny?"