"I can't wait any longer, love. I have to have you now." That was exactly what she wanted to hear. Her body was tingling from pleasure, pinpricks of it drawing her muscles to tense every so often. She fought the warmth that pooled in her lower abdomen though, refusing to succumb yet. Moving around helped settle that weight of sensation that remained dammed, ready to break. Bresthra was able to level her breathing even if her heart hammered with excitement. Her body was quickly pressed to his though, so she was not left wanting. Bresthra's lips met his, leaning into the kiss as she felt his hands roam the expanse of her ebony skin. An act that she repaid in kind, brushing the tips of her fingers along his hips and sides.
Unwilling to break the kiss, Bresthra shifted with little fuss, situating her legs around him. He didn't tease, didn't wait, and as soon as he was settled, pushed into her highly sensitive body. It was enough, the warm friction, to make her squirm and wiggle her hips some. He felt so hot, invasive but in such a good way. One of her legs hooked around his hips, leaving herself open to him while intending to keep him close. But he didn't try to pull away. Didn't move. It drove her mad. Bresthra could only stand a breath or so of this stillness before she gasped, attempting to wiggle her hips and make him move, "Weston, please." She needed him, wanted him, and blessed Sharess, he was killing her with how still he was being.