[There's just a small, quiet, warm huff of air that ghosts over her as he smirks.]
You will.
[After all, this is her birthday and this is her gift, isn't it? Perhaps not one he fully planned, but one that's come to be all the same. So it's only right that she receives it thoroughly.
And thoroughly she will. It's not long after that that the flowers are crumpled with their clothes. Some time is taken to try and savor the moment, for each to fully see and take in each other's newly exposed selves with the moonlight basking each of them, revere and commit everything to memory. that same view only hastens that drive, that need. A need made more raw and at times rough and hasty as they are both new and inexperienced, knowledge only from what they've seen, read, heard, or imagined. Each touch, each kiss is a brand new exploration, test, and experiment, with Eustace the bolder of the two. Instincts carry them both, and his own makes him both gentle and aggressive at once.
Gentle because he doesn't want her to hurt and only feel that pleasure and joy of this experience, yet aggressive because of a more carnal desire to see the full extent of that pleasure delivered by him especially. Is that some kind of selfish pride? Perhaps, but it's something even he can feel and want. That is why every step and touch will be at first careful, seeing what seems to elicit the most response. But once he learns it...then he is merciless to draw out more of it. Why even once his fingers slick and he's had a taste of her sweetness he continues to rub and stroke until she's at her most tender. And if she wants to do the same, to try and experiment, he'll encourage her and let her do as she pleases.
Until, at last, they experience sexual pleasure at its peak. Again things are tentative, awkward even, at first. The extra care in trying to hurt her as little as possible, to give her the time to adjust, while also having to deal with his own feelings and urges. All of them new and a bit overwhelming. At least it's not a full moon.........or he wouldn't have dared to try. Of course he's still uncertain about a few things, but—well he'll figure it out and prepare himself if the worst case happened. But once they settle in and get going, it all becomes a blur from there. Her voice, her cries, her breaths, the pounding of her heart, those are all he hears and sees. Again that newness, that rawness, and being under the stars together...
It's perfect.
Much better compared to if they had lost themselves back at the Naughtilust.
How long they are out there, they don't know. But it will be a long time before they are willing to let go of each other, longer still before they gather their clothes to return to camp hand in hand, skin still warm and flushed, little smiles never leaving...]
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You will.
[After all, this is her birthday and this is her gift, isn't it? Perhaps not one he fully planned, but one that's come to be all the same. So it's only right that she receives it thoroughly.
And thoroughly she will. It's not long after that that the flowers are crumpled with their clothes. Some time is taken to try and savor the moment, for each to fully see and take in each other's newly exposed selves with the moonlight basking each of them, revere and commit everything to memory. that same view only hastens that drive, that need. A need made more raw and at times rough and hasty as they are both new and inexperienced, knowledge only from what they've seen, read, heard, or imagined. Each touch, each kiss is a brand new exploration, test, and experiment, with Eustace the bolder of the two. Instincts carry them both, and his own makes him both gentle and aggressive at once.
Gentle because he doesn't want her to hurt and only feel that pleasure and joy of this experience, yet aggressive because of a more carnal desire to see the full extent of that pleasure delivered by him especially. Is that some kind of selfish pride? Perhaps, but it's something even he can feel and want. That is why every step and touch will be at first careful, seeing what seems to elicit the most response. But once he learns it...then he is merciless to draw out more of it. Why even once his fingers slick and he's had a taste of her sweetness he continues to rub and stroke until she's at her most tender. And if she wants to do the same, to try and experiment, he'll encourage her and let her do as she pleases.
Until, at last, they experience sexual pleasure at its peak. Again things are tentative, awkward even, at first. The extra care in trying to hurt her as little as possible, to give her the time to adjust, while also having to deal with his own feelings and urges. All of them new and a bit overwhelming. At least it's not a full moon.........or he wouldn't have dared to try. Of course he's still uncertain about a few things, but—well he'll figure it out and prepare himself if the worst case happened. But once they settle in and get going, it all becomes a blur from there. Her voice, her cries, her breaths, the pounding of her heart, those are all he hears and sees. Again that newness, that rawness, and being under the stars together...
It's perfect.
Much better compared to if they had lost themselves back at the Naughtilust.
How long they are out there, they don't know. But it will be a long time before they are willing to let go of each other, longer still before they gather their clothes to return to camp hand in hand, skin still warm and flushed, little smiles never leaving...]