Zavien
Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
His eyes dragged down her form, swells and curves and beauty marks and a million different details he wanted to soak in with more than his eyes, to touch and feel and love. It was a powerful emotion that had him struggling to portray with words, and he didn't know if her lack of response to his sappy sentiments made his embarrassment better or worse, left wondering if she agreed; but Zavien's attention was quickly captured by the sounds he was able to draw from her. Encouraged to continue - and somewhat proud of himself - a small smile curled on his lips as he moved to kiss down her neck, inching closer to her chest with every moment.
This time, when her hands reached for his pants, he let her, no longer conflicted with the when and where. He only paused in his own efforts when the fabric pulled at his growing erection, muscles tensed so that the hold on her hip tightened when he sucked in a strained breath. Only once the clothing was removed did he relax again, kicking aside the clothes to lean over Lena, intent on finding ways to pleasure her rather than satisfy his own increasing ache.
Zavien leaned forward to trail his eyes over her skin, followed by a hand that tracked lightly towards her breasts, his lips not far behind as he kissed each place like it was a new goddess for him to praise. When he reached her perfect breasts, he was gentle yet inquisitive, brushing his thumb experimentally over her peaked nipple as a thought entered his mind. "You might have to tell me if there's something specific you want." Given his own experience level and a glaring inability to read minds, he was currently relying on feedback and intuition, unaware if there was anything more she wanted that he hadn't thought of and wanting desperately to please her in every way. It made his voice gruff and low, eyes hooded with desire as he hovered over her. "Like how I want to hear you say my name again." Then he ran his tongue over where his thumb had been, curious to hear her response.
This time, when her hands reached for his pants, he let her, no longer conflicted with the when and where. He only paused in his own efforts when the fabric pulled at his growing erection, muscles tensed so that the hold on her hip tightened when he sucked in a strained breath. Only once the clothing was removed did he relax again, kicking aside the clothes to lean over Lena, intent on finding ways to pleasure her rather than satisfy his own increasing ache.
Zavien leaned forward to trail his eyes over her skin, followed by a hand that tracked lightly towards her breasts, his lips not far behind as he kissed each place like it was a new goddess for him to praise. When he reached her perfect breasts, he was gentle yet inquisitive, brushing his thumb experimentally over her peaked nipple as a thought entered his mind. "You might have to tell me if there's something specific you want." Given his own experience level and a glaring inability to read minds, he was currently relying on feedback and intuition, unaware if there was anything more she wanted that he hadn't thought of and wanting desperately to please her in every way. It made his voice gruff and low, eyes hooded with desire as he hovered over her. "Like how I want to hear you say my name again." Then he ran his tongue over where his thumb had been, curious to hear her response.
