Zavien
Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
Locker rooms and secret archive conversations had done little to prepare him for the euphoria that would make thought nearly impossible. He'd later wonder if that would fade with experience, but in the moment, he couldn't even think that much. Despite all his hopes and plans for gentle touches and quiet infusions of love, he was being swept up in the tide of her. His hips moved to meet her every thrust, chasing a golden glow beginning to pulse in his core, desperately hoping Lena would stop him if he began to lose his head.
Through the blissful rush of it all, he was almost relieved when she spoke again, confirmation that she would correct or guide him to ensure her own pleasure. The fumbling hand found his still planted against her hip, resisting the urge to tighten its possessive hold on her. He didn't pause or question, reluctantly loosening each finger to follow her guide lower, to the small gap between their bodies. His head nodded in the tiniest bit of understanding, unable to say anything through the way she was stealing his breath, stealing his thoughts with every move of her hips, every undulation of her body. It was too much to leave room for anything beyond the swell of affection rising alongside the growing pressure of bright release, but he managed to carve out enough space to search admirably for the bundle of nerves he'd only seen in a picture.
Groping blindly, the efforts momentarily disrupted his rhythm, his movements stuttering while he persisted nonetheless, determined to assist her however he could. His fingers slipped down to find her waiting, the feeling of their joining at his fingertips sending heat flushing to the top of his head before falling to settle like a star in his abdomen. He moaned, having to breath through the sensation until he managed to stumble upon the spot, the clit rolling between his fingers to discover what new reactions Lena might give him.
Through the blissful rush of it all, he was almost relieved when she spoke again, confirmation that she would correct or guide him to ensure her own pleasure. The fumbling hand found his still planted against her hip, resisting the urge to tighten its possessive hold on her. He didn't pause or question, reluctantly loosening each finger to follow her guide lower, to the small gap between their bodies. His head nodded in the tiniest bit of understanding, unable to say anything through the way she was stealing his breath, stealing his thoughts with every move of her hips, every undulation of her body. It was too much to leave room for anything beyond the swell of affection rising alongside the growing pressure of bright release, but he managed to carve out enough space to search admirably for the bundle of nerves he'd only seen in a picture.
Groping blindly, the efforts momentarily disrupted his rhythm, his movements stuttering while he persisted nonetheless, determined to assist her however he could. His fingers slipped down to find her waiting, the feeling of their joining at his fingertips sending heat flushing to the top of his head before falling to settle like a star in his abdomen. He moaned, having to breath through the sensation until he managed to stumble upon the spot, the clit rolling between his fingers to discover what new reactions Lena might give him.
