Vanator had spread his feet, planted firmly, and leaned back slightly to better support them and allow Kashik to sink down his full length. As the burning beauty began her slow, tortuous motion, he could not suppress his loud growling reaction. Van helped lift her, syncing with her ascension and decension, his hands splayed across the soft flesh of her arse. Though he wanted to speak, to breath his deepest carnal desires into her ear, to praise her, to try to explain the overwhelming, intoxicating, all-consuming sensation she wrought upon him, only wordless expressions of his burning passion forced their way past his lips. Van was engulfed by Kashik physically, emotionally, mentally. Kashik's final stifled scream in his ear pushed Vanator over the edge, and his own leonine groan heralded the explosion that rocked his body, weakening him for a moment as he stumbled to maintain his balance. His vision darkened at the edges with the intensity of his release, his body shuddering with aftershocks until he was fully spent. Panting almost uncontrollably, Vanator turned towards Kashik's bedroll, crouching down and laying her on her back, stretching out to lean over her without breaking the connection between them. He looked down at the ecstasy on her angelic face, drops of his sweat falling from his brow and neck to splatter on her own perspiration-slick skin. His ever present grin reappeared before he leaned down to kiss her sweetly. "You pick the next position." He spoke between breaths, almost giggling. |