Sea Lion Shores the sun is gone, but i have a light

he held her close, his breath hot against the scruff of her neck as mona purred, inciting him further. were he a more experienced or even smarter lover, he might have seen fit to warm her up first -- instead, selfish and stupid, rannveig pumped his hips behind her, his motions restrained for he never once was unaware of the size disparity between them.

he was not a seasoned man, and his movements were hungry but gentle -- for as long as he tried to make it last, the overwhelming sensation soon overcame him, and he leaned carefully against her frame at his climax, spent and breathing tightly between closed jaws.

he had not lasted long, and as he waited for their bodies to unlock a guilty shame overcame him -- for what if it had only been pleasurable for him? what if he had not lasted long enough, had not been big enough, or was perhaps so rough and coarse in his handling of her that he extracted only discomfort?

he tried to survey the cardinal's expression, to read of her impression -- anything at all that might tell him whether he had elated or simply disappointed her.