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As Jorin came down from his high, he noticed Rinya had collapsed on top of him, her ear pressed against her favorite spot over his heart. He couldn't help but run his fingers across her back, tracing lazy patterns on her skin as he hugged her lightly but firmly to himself. It was a strangely possessive move, like as though he was declaring to no one in particular that she was his, but nonetheless he felt like doing it. After the amazing pleasure she'd given him, Jorin was feeling particularly possessive of his wife for some reason.
Rinya's statement, that she'd always want every part of him, made him hum with agreement. He knew he'd always want her too; it really didn't actually need to be said. On the other hand, for whatever reason, Jorin had a feeling that the fact that they had said it to one another made it somehow more real. More permanent, in a sense.
He could sense his wife's surprise. She asked him what he meant by his whispered words, the shiver of desire the exact reaction he'd been looking for when he said those words to her, before she moaned his named as he entered her again. She just barely managed to squeak out a question, asking rather rhetorically if he was really wanting to mate with her again.
He just smiled, even as her legs automatically wrapped around his waist to help him achieve the angle he had been looking for. It seemed Rinya too remembered that night vividly. For his part, Jorin knew he had precious few moments of clarity remaining before the sensations from mating would drive coherence completely out of his mind. He could feel the resurgence of her own desire as he joined with her, and he felt no hesitancy or rejection.
In answer to her question, Jorin simply leaned forward from his position, one of his hands going from her hips to her breast, carassing it softly while his lips found hers and he moaned her name as he kissed her. Always, he wanted to say, but the words were rapidly vanishing from his head. He barely heard her muttered curse, as the sensations from both of them were rocking his mind and soul. So rather than trying to find the words to answer her question of "A-again?", Jorin just let his lips and tongue tell her for him.
Jorin poured the strength of his desire into this kiss. Their kisses this day had truly run the gamut, from innocent love to ravaging desire. And this once certainly fell into the ravaging desire camp, filled with his need for her and the fire he still felt. As his tongue slid across hers, he pressed onward with his hips, trying to regulate their rhythm so as to try to provide as much pleasure for his wife as he could. Breaking off the kiss with a needy moan, Jorin simply grabbed Rinya around the chest, pressing her against him as her own back arched from their joining.
And this time was a bit different. Before, they hadn't been able to see one another. Sure they had the bond, but there was something special about being able to see Rinya's flushed face, the look of indescribable pleasure crossing her features as her mouth opened with every gasp and moan he was able to get her to release. And despite his own desire, Jorin was still looking down at her with a tender expression, the love still singing strong despite the fires that raged around it.
At first, each motion of Jorin's hips had purpose. He wanted to make sure his wife was feeling the pleasure from the act, the same sort of overwhelming pleasure they'd experienced on the grass outside the Amphitheater. And the sensations that came in waves from the bond told him he was succeeding. But Jorin hadn't considered the effect that feeling his wife's pleasure would have on him. And they were both quite sensitive having already shattered once before.
Jorin's own thoughts were clouding again, and he was beginning to forget why he had done this in the first place. In the end it wouldn't have mattered who broke apart first. It would happen for both of them, that much was certain. Especially with the bond sending their pleasure to each other, bouncing it back and forth until it threatened to overwhelm, meant that if one of them shattered the other inevitably followed.
Jorin grasped Rinya's hip almost desperately, as he could feel the tension rising for both of them once again. Her skin seemed especially sensitive, and he decided to take advantage of that by running small kisses down her neck and collarbone, as his hand continued to pay attention to her breast.
It was odd; he hadn't paid such especial attention to her breasts before, and he didn't know why he was doing it now. Perhaps because of the pleasure it gave her? Who knew. But Jorin continued regardless, because anything that made his wife feel good was something worth doing in his opinion.
His own shifting of his hips against hers were becoming more and more rapid. No longer the slow, methodical movements from before. Now, Jorin was becoming lost in the tide of his own desire for her, as well as her own sensations crossing the bond.
One thing was for certain; Jorin had definitely gotten it right. He was gratified that his studiousness had paid off. But it also left him ragged of breath and truly unable to stop the inevitable. Rinya's pleasure was as much driving himself to the edge as he was certain it was doing to her.
"Rinya... t-together!" he cried, and it was all his scrambled mind could produce. He wanted to tell her that he wanted them both to reach their goal at the same time. He didn't know why he wanted that specifically, but regardless it was a goal he wished to achieve with his wife. He wanted them to break apart simultaneously.
But they were burning through each other too quickly, and Jorin realized that. So with a supreme effort, he slowed down his pace slightly, though his hips continued to move. Jorin was trying mightily to find something to hold onto in the fog that had consumed his mind. His wife was quite good, whether she realized it or not, at robbing her husband of thought. He was just glad he could do the same for her.
As he regained some small semblance of control, even though it really wasn't, Jorin went in for another kiss. This one, though thick with his desire, held still more of his love for her in it. Yet despite the love, he couldn't prevent the groans of desire from slipping out against her mouth, nor could he hide the neediness behind his action. Despite taking it a bit slower, Jorin couldn't cover up the fact that, in truth, he was quite close to breaking apart himself, and was only holding on so that he could come apart with her.
Regardless, the kiss still held quite a bit of love in it. For some reason he just wanted to remind her again - even though she already knew - that he loved her, and always would, while still informing her about just how badly he wanted her. The sensations across the bond were intensifying every tick and Jorin knew it was only a matter of time until they both had no choice but to shatter. He just hoped they could do so at the same time, because he suspected the sheer pleasure from the shared experience would be unlike anything they had experienced thus far.
Rinya's statement, that she'd always want every part of him, made him hum with agreement. He knew he'd always want her too; it really didn't actually need to be said. On the other hand, for whatever reason, Jorin had a feeling that the fact that they had said it to one another made it somehow more real. More permanent, in a sense.
He could sense his wife's surprise. She asked him what he meant by his whispered words, the shiver of desire the exact reaction he'd been looking for when he said those words to her, before she moaned his named as he entered her again. She just barely managed to squeak out a question, asking rather rhetorically if he was really wanting to mate with her again.
He just smiled, even as her legs automatically wrapped around his waist to help him achieve the angle he had been looking for. It seemed Rinya too remembered that night vividly. For his part, Jorin knew he had precious few moments of clarity remaining before the sensations from mating would drive coherence completely out of his mind. He could feel the resurgence of her own desire as he joined with her, and he felt no hesitancy or rejection.
In answer to her question, Jorin simply leaned forward from his position, one of his hands going from her hips to her breast, carassing it softly while his lips found hers and he moaned her name as he kissed her. Always, he wanted to say, but the words were rapidly vanishing from his head. He barely heard her muttered curse, as the sensations from both of them were rocking his mind and soul. So rather than trying to find the words to answer her question of "A-again?", Jorin just let his lips and tongue tell her for him.
Jorin poured the strength of his desire into this kiss. Their kisses this day had truly run the gamut, from innocent love to ravaging desire. And this once certainly fell into the ravaging desire camp, filled with his need for her and the fire he still felt. As his tongue slid across hers, he pressed onward with his hips, trying to regulate their rhythm so as to try to provide as much pleasure for his wife as he could. Breaking off the kiss with a needy moan, Jorin simply grabbed Rinya around the chest, pressing her against him as her own back arched from their joining.
And this time was a bit different. Before, they hadn't been able to see one another. Sure they had the bond, but there was something special about being able to see Rinya's flushed face, the look of indescribable pleasure crossing her features as her mouth opened with every gasp and moan he was able to get her to release. And despite his own desire, Jorin was still looking down at her with a tender expression, the love still singing strong despite the fires that raged around it.
At first, each motion of Jorin's hips had purpose. He wanted to make sure his wife was feeling the pleasure from the act, the same sort of overwhelming pleasure they'd experienced on the grass outside the Amphitheater. And the sensations that came in waves from the bond told him he was succeeding. But Jorin hadn't considered the effect that feeling his wife's pleasure would have on him. And they were both quite sensitive having already shattered once before.
Jorin's own thoughts were clouding again, and he was beginning to forget why he had done this in the first place. In the end it wouldn't have mattered who broke apart first. It would happen for both of them, that much was certain. Especially with the bond sending their pleasure to each other, bouncing it back and forth until it threatened to overwhelm, meant that if one of them shattered the other inevitably followed.
Jorin grasped Rinya's hip almost desperately, as he could feel the tension rising for both of them once again. Her skin seemed especially sensitive, and he decided to take advantage of that by running small kisses down her neck and collarbone, as his hand continued to pay attention to her breast.
It was odd; he hadn't paid such especial attention to her breasts before, and he didn't know why he was doing it now. Perhaps because of the pleasure it gave her? Who knew. But Jorin continued regardless, because anything that made his wife feel good was something worth doing in his opinion.
His own shifting of his hips against hers were becoming more and more rapid. No longer the slow, methodical movements from before. Now, Jorin was becoming lost in the tide of his own desire for her, as well as her own sensations crossing the bond.
One thing was for certain; Jorin had definitely gotten it right. He was gratified that his studiousness had paid off. But it also left him ragged of breath and truly unable to stop the inevitable. Rinya's pleasure was as much driving himself to the edge as he was certain it was doing to her.
"Rinya... t-together!" he cried, and it was all his scrambled mind could produce. He wanted to tell her that he wanted them both to reach their goal at the same time. He didn't know why he wanted that specifically, but regardless it was a goal he wished to achieve with his wife. He wanted them to break apart simultaneously.
But they were burning through each other too quickly, and Jorin realized that. So with a supreme effort, he slowed down his pace slightly, though his hips continued to move. Jorin was trying mightily to find something to hold onto in the fog that had consumed his mind. His wife was quite good, whether she realized it or not, at robbing her husband of thought. He was just glad he could do the same for her.
As he regained some small semblance of control, even though it really wasn't, Jorin went in for another kiss. This one, though thick with his desire, held still more of his love for her in it. Yet despite the love, he couldn't prevent the groans of desire from slipping out against her mouth, nor could he hide the neediness behind his action. Despite taking it a bit slower, Jorin couldn't cover up the fact that, in truth, he was quite close to breaking apart himself, and was only holding on so that he could come apart with her.
Regardless, the kiss still held quite a bit of love in it. For some reason he just wanted to remind her again - even though she already knew - that he loved her, and always would, while still informing her about just how badly he wanted her. The sensations across the bond were intensifying every tick and Jorin knew it was only a matter of time until they both had no choice but to shatter. He just hoped they could do so at the same time, because he suspected the sheer pleasure from the shared experience would be unlike anything they had experienced thus far.
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