A warm meal and a quiet night

CHULANE like a river flows surely to the sea Time was playing tricks on him, making some moments feel like an eternity and others slip by with barely a chance to relish in the experiences they brought. He didn't want to rush this, didn't want to ruin the night by having it end so soon - but then, whoever said it had to end? Why was he so afraid for this first night to end, when it had the potential now to lead to the rest of his life, with her in it? They meld against each other, their skin feverish, another groan rumbling through him as her hips press against his, as he barely contains the pressure building up - but he does, and he keeps kissing her, drinking her in, tongue dancing with hers. Gods, but he was simultaneously lost with her and yet he had never felt so perfectly found before as well. Carefully, he gets them to the bed, lowering her down, coming with her, pulling back only slightly to just look at her again. He brought a hand up to run through her hair, to play with the ever-present braid she wore, smiling a lazy, satisfied smile down at her. The pause was temporary, his admiration of her would have other times to manifest. He leaned in to kiss her again, his hand moving down her neckline and along her collarbone. But there was still a shirt impeding further exploration - hers and his own. Lifting himself up on an elbow he worked to lift his off, and help Kia with hers, beholding her breasts for the first time with a satisfied growl that definitely called to the leopard shift within him. And he leaned down against her again, a hand cupping a breast, the other entangled somewhere in her hair, as his hips (not entirely in his control) bucked up against the sensation of having her pressed so near, though still separated by the material of his shorts and her pants. His mouth leaned down not to her mouth, but to her neck, then her collarbone, kissing a trail along the bony curves, seeking to explore every angle of her. some things are meant to be