When they had a moment between kisses, Aryn smiled down at her and simply replied, "Just treating a Lady the way she deserves to be treated." And though he stared down into her amazingly blue eyes, feeling the way she trembled and clenched with ecstasy, his fingers never stopped. They caressed at her gently, almost rhythmically, striving to pleasure what no man had ever touched. He didn't only stroke at her inside; his hand slipped out as often as they remained inside her, teasing up and down the insides of her thighs as well.
His own breath came out in short rapid bursts now, and he could feel a burning desire throbbing within his own stiffening groin. He knew that, whatever he felt though, it would be impossible to act on those desires. Of course, his body had other ideas. Still, it wasn't about him. This was her moment for pleasure.