you're welcome for the emotional whiplash

Already seeing stars, Zavien had to brace himself as she aligned herself to him, the heat of her barely touching him before his head was falling back. He might have sworn, he might have prayed, he might have done both as he moaned her name, he couldn't tell as his jaw clenched tight, his body turning rigid as she slid easily onto him. It took everything in him not to buck his hips, to force himself deeper in a single thrust, to find some sense of control over himself again. His hold on her thighs was almost bruising, begging her on. 

She seated herself fully and Zavien's back arched, his sucking breath fitting itself around the feel of her, trying to find space amidst the new sensation. They came quick and demanding, his mind already blinding with a sea of vibrant thoughts around Soh and every pulsing awareness he had of her. As he hands stabilized against his chest, she'd be able to feel the rapid intake of trembling breaths, the racing of his heartbeat, the tension of his muscles as he felt her rise. 

When she sank down a second time, Zavien caught her soft gasp, taking comfort to know she was enjoying this. It diverted some of his attention, one hand freeing itself from her hip to palm her exposed breast while he contained his instincts to a moderate roll of his hips and another deep groan.

Zavien