Sahar didn't know what she had been expecting, but then again, it wasn't like she had prior experience to draw on. But rather than take her right then and there, he was tender with her--and she melted as he crawled atop her and began to touch her, her legs spreading so he could crawl between them. Any worry she might have had about being caught faded as he found her breasts, rekindling that hot, needy desire she'd felt for him in the pool.
Now she had a use for her hands.
She slid her hands up his arms, over his shoulders, and into his hair, clutching the strands as his lips found hers and she kissed him hungrily back--a little clumsily and without Ihlsep's finesse. But inexperience could have easily been disguised as distraction, for she gasped against his mouth when his cock prodded between her legs, and bit her lip to keep from whimpering when his lips moved from hers to travel down her neck. She shivered beneath him, his breath hot and tickling against her ear.
"Oh...Ihlsepar," she murmured, breath catching as she felt his cock slide against her folds, her eyes fluttering shut and hands traveling down to grip his shoulders, nails lightly scratching. She lifted her hips against him, wanting more and yet loving this teasing. He'd never had a priestess? She flushed at his confession, and thought, maybe, she owed him a little honesty, too.
"Ihlsepar...nnh...I...I have a confession, too, I--oh!"
She cut off with a cry, for that was when he found her clit, and suddenly she couldn't think. And it was a good thing he kissed her, for she was starting to realize that she wasn't going to be a quiet one in bed. Her hands clawed at his back, her hips rolling against his hand, and she moaned against his mouth as his tongue slipped inside, her own tongue awkwardly meeting him. It surprised her, that kiss, but she was too fired up everywhere else to care.