Elaros grabbed her hand and started to buck up into her again, and Khero bit her lip to keep from squeaking, the sound catching in her throat. With him holding her hands, she couldn't exactly muffle her sounds, and though she was naturally quiet, that felt damned good. She'd never really understood all the crazy moaning and screaming some women did, and had sort of thought maybe that was fake, but as she started to move again with him, another moan escaped her before she could stop it, and another caught in her throat when she choked it back, desperately trying to fight it--and not wanting to stop.
Because they did have a guest, and what if...what if...?
The thoughts drifted away as Elaros bucked up into her and she shivered, hands gripping his tightly, her body burning as she started to bounce on him, loving the sensation of grinding but wanting now to feel him thrusting within her. Soft, whimpering cries slipped out despite her efforts to quiet them, and yet some part of her, the part of her that cared, began to slip away as passion washed away sense. She tossed her head back, spine arching, whimpering breathlessly as the bed creaked beneath them rhythmically.
"Shit..." she gasped, muscles tensing. "Shit...I...gods. Elaros," she moaned, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek, and then his lips. "I...I want ya to fuck me now."