Zavien
Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
He was in no position to deny Lena anything, hypnotized by her body and the desire coursing through it. The slow and cautious woman was gasping and grasping for him the likes of which he'd never seen. From the flushed throw of her head into her halo of dark hair on the pillow to the greedy path of her fingers and feet tempting to pull him closer, Zavien clenched his jaw through the overwhelming flood of heat coursing through his veins. He wasn't used to it, wasn't used to the blaze of lust and want blurring his thoughts or the feel of her wrapped around his finger. It was intoxicating - she was intoxicating and he couldn't get enough.
When he found the spot that had her arching off the bed, he didn't hesitate to brush against it again. Slow and curious, he strummed his finger in the same place, giving just enough pressure to find that reaction before he was doing it all a second time then a third and a fourth and so on, searching for a rhythm that would narrow the gaps between moments of pleasure into something blissful and continuous. And while he strived to match her body's craving with his finger, he searched with his mouth for her nipple, experimenting with what kind of reaction she might give under both efforts and wondering how he got so lucky.
When he found the spot that had her arching off the bed, he didn't hesitate to brush against it again. Slow and curious, he strummed his finger in the same place, giving just enough pressure to find that reaction before he was doing it all a second time then a third and a fourth and so on, searching for a rhythm that would narrow the gaps between moments of pleasure into something blissful and continuous. And while he strived to match her body's craving with his finger, he searched with his mouth for her nipple, experimenting with what kind of reaction she might give under both efforts and wondering how he got so lucky.
