Pushed onto her back, Einin threaded her fingers through Ryk's hair as she kissed him, her tongue sliding against his, her eyes closed in pleasure, and her legs opening for him. She felt him press his cock against her, and her body jerked a little, her pulse racing in excitement and a little bit of nerves--because she knew it would feel good, but was a little afraid it would hurt again.
But when he slid inside her, oh so slowly, and she whimpered, it was a whimper of pleasure without pain. This time, as she stretched around him, it just felt amazing, and she spread her legs wider and bucked eagerly against him to help take him in the rest of the way. She bit his lip as he ground against her and she clawed at his shoulders, her little gasps and moans swallowed by his mouth--and when he began to pound into her, her body tensed and her back arched, and she cried out, or tried to, but the sounds were muffled. She squirmed, knees pressing into Ryk's ribs, nails leaving marks on his back, and screams trapped between them, and gods, it had felt amazing before, but this time, impossibly, it felt even better, because she'd been dreaming of this, and wanting for this since he'd first touched her today, and---
And then he stopped.
She shuddered as he pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty, and she hooked a leg around his and tried to press back up against him in hopes of recapturing him. But then he pulled away completely, and her eyes flew open. She blinked several times and propped up onto her elbows, chest heaving with panting breaths, and stared at him in wide-eyed alarm.
Before she could even ask why, she got her answer, and her jaw dropped. "What?! Ryk! That's not fair!" Einin gasped, her body practically burning with the need to feel him inside her again, but then he started to kiss her--and that made it a little more okay. She tilted her head so he could get at her neck, and huffed in mock frustration, which soon turned to sighs as his lips met her breasts. She bit her lip and jolted when he licked at her navel, laughing and sucking in her stomach reflexively as it tickled, and grabbed at his hair as he bit at her hips--and tightened her grip when he licked at her clit. She was trembling by that point, body tight with anticipation and desire, and she wriggled beneath him as he kissed her thighs.
"Oh gods...Ryk...you know, if you're trying to make me beg, I'm just gonna say right now that I'm way past that!" she gasped out as he tugged down her stockings with his teeth, a sight that had her biting her lip with arousal. "Because I'll beg! If that's what you want! Seriously, pride is not an issue! You win, 'uncle'--o-oh!"
Was he sucking on her toes? Fresh heat flooded her cheeks, and she tried not to move too much, because she didn't want to kick him, but that tickled, making her toes curl. And it felt...oddly erotic. Oh gods, but that was her feet! And granted they were clean, since she'd had stockings on, but still!
And then she yelped in surprise when he pulled her toward him, dragging her a little across the bed, and soon he was between her spread legs--and Einin threw her head back and grabbed at the comforter. Her entire body was tight with tension, shaking with need, and she nodded her head at his words and let out a held breath. "Please?"