The Sunspire ocean eyes

she was struggling as well; she couldn't tell that it was his first time.  his movements and teasing had her inclined to believe that maybe he had mated with that girl under the stars in a way she had not been brave enough to flirt with mato.  

so as he grounded himself, she pleaded again but something different this time.  oh terance, please be gentle.  you're — you're my first.  

and then she felt his hips rock against hers, the hardness of his groin slipping inside.  it was slick and warm and new; it was an experience that grounded her and pulled her out of her body and made her dizzy all at once.  her legs trembled beneath him and she tried and failed to bite back a pitched and breathy moan.

so this was what all the talk was about.  he found purchase at her scruff and she cantered her hips against his thrusts, spreading to become more accessible to him.  

and then there was something more.  he began to swell, their bodies locked together.  if either of them had decided against what they were doing, it was too late now.  and boy, did it feel remarkably blissful.