The Sunspire ocean eyes

his assumption was wrong; that she was not fine with soft and cautious.  it was very much unlike the seasprite to be so crass and forward, but she had thought it was what he wanted.

he was correct in that it was going to fall apart quickly because she had never been with a man.  she knew, clinically, how it was done... but other than that?  nope, clueless.  especially since there was another living, breathing individual on the other end of things.

as much as she wanted him in this moment, she couldn't use him and she couldn't hurt him.  she would be an eager and willing student, but she couldn't hurt him.

so she would let him set the pace.  she wouldn't make him take her; she had never participated in such heavy petting and was content existing in the time between here and now.

her breath leaves her as he grips her close — something in her body told her that was the right direction.  her hips bucked against him and she began to groom the fur next to his ear before working down his jawline.

if he'd allow it she'd push him from her cheek and work at his throat, gently parting the fur and nipping the best she could from her angle.