Silverlight Terrace [m] salt whining

chani did not know it now, but she would come to appreciate that the mountainwolf had been first. he was considerate and not without affection; he guided her aptly and ensured that she was aligned with each action he took.
it allowed chani to be immersed in such an experience, her voice unabashed and the movements of her body against him, with him, were unbound.
she found she liked the sound of his own enjoyment, felt a rush of pride to cause such sensations inside his own flesh.
unprepared for the build, shocked by the end, thoroughly pleased by what she had sought, pleased by him.
chani's eyes danced thereafter, wending close to rouse the handsome shadow a second time.