Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Atlantic

The earth had designed a woman's body to fulfill this purpose. Her waist was slim to be easily fastened, limbs spry to coil ably beneath the heft of her partner, and back straight to provide a platform on which to lean. Likewise, her husband had this blueprint committed to natural memory, and so his instincts, fueled by their shared erotic intimacy, ran rampant. A moment passed before two parts became whole as Njal pulled Tuwawi into the crook of his loins, sending his wife onto her toes as she experienced her first coupling.

Tuwawi's breath quivered as she inhaled. She felt alive. Electrified. The sensation was new and foreign, but the ember knew she wanted more of it. Her crown tipped backwards, voice humming with sensual bliss as her eyes closed to savor the moment. Njal's pulled away, only to come close yet again... and each time the feeling spiked anew. She leaned back onto him as he bucked, aiding his passion and encouraging his movements; wanting to convey that her own hot pleasure was building rapidly in a ventral place she had barely known existed before this night.

Their union was savage — hardly what one would expect from first timers, but it enchanted them all the same. Njal's jaws clamped around his lover's nape as he invaded her deeper than before, front end rearing up higher along his partner's flame-licked spine. Pain was only secondary to pleasure, and Tuwawi almost wished for her husband to bite harder into her flesh, to prick at the skin and bring about small beads of blood to match the moonlight they had been cast into. She did not fight him, but the roll of her eyes implied she relished it, and all at once Tuwawi became aware of a dam-breaking feeling growing within her own groin.