It's a different sort of lust and passion that drives him from what he has known in the past. There is no guilt connected to this, no understanding that he is breaking a vow or betraying his honor. He can give himself over completely to the feeling and the desire to be part of Dany, to fill her and chase every wave of pleasure. He was starved for it.
There was less ferocity than before, a surge of relief and contentment taking its place. Despite their fight before and the frustrations around him at the treatment she's received, he can't help but marvel at having her back. They weren't on the ship anymore, but they were still together, two halves reuniting again across the universe and against time. She wasn't a distant memory, she was here.
To prove that, his hips surged forward again and again, filling her to the hilt. She rides him expertly, understanding his body instinctively. His touches are just as frantic and reverent, running over her and worshiping each patch of skin properly. He caresses her, only to have his fingers replaced by his lips. This wasn't about memorization. He wouldn't need it. He would do everything in his power to make sure she never left his side again.
This isn't about memorization, it's about mastery. She would master every part of him until, effortlessly, she could make him see stars with a chorus of knowing touches. One step toward that was knowing he was sensitive when it concerned his scars. The other details would fit into place as time passed.
An arm hooks around his neck to keep them close. Her free hand grips his knee behind her. The positioning allows her to shift, rise up on the balls of her feet, and grind herself down atop his cock with the snack of her hips. This new positioning, balancing on her heels, puts more of a strain on her muscles the more she rocks with him, but it presses him deeper into her. Has her head falling back when jolts of excruciating pleasure wreak havoc on her body.
There was much about his body that was still a mystery to him, learning alongside her. For all he shared with Ygritte, there hadn't been enough time for them to truly revel and learn what it was to be lovers without a shadow hanging over them and walls pushing them apart. While he wasn't shy or afraid of giving himself this way anymore, there was still a threshold to cross, something that made this profound and deep. Everything missing in him, he was about to learn from her.
She's more skilled than him, fully aware of what she wants and how he should move to bring her the most pleasure. He is quick to learn and follow her guidance. She leads the way in this, pressing down on him and grinding her hips until it seems like she is building with pressure. He huffs for breath, thrusting up into her roughly, trying to match her and add more to the pyre.
It's growing in him, that feeling of culmination. He can see it on the horizon and taste it on his tongue. He bit at her lip, urging her along and begging for more.
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There was less ferocity than before, a surge of relief and contentment taking its place. Despite their fight before and the frustrations around him at the treatment she's received, he can't help but marvel at having her back. They weren't on the ship anymore, but they were still together, two halves reuniting again across the universe and against time. She wasn't a distant memory, she was here.
To prove that, his hips surged forward again and again, filling her to the hilt. She rides him expertly, understanding his body instinctively. His touches are just as frantic and reverent, running over her and worshiping each patch of skin properly. He caresses her, only to have his fingers replaced by his lips. This wasn't about memorization. He wouldn't need it. He would do everything in his power to make sure she never left his side again.
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An arm hooks around his neck to keep them close. Her free hand grips his knee behind her. The positioning allows her to shift, rise up on the balls of her feet, and grind herself down atop his cock with the snack of her hips. This new positioning, balancing on her heels, puts more of a strain on her muscles the more she rocks with him, but it presses him deeper into her. Has her head falling back when jolts of excruciating pleasure wreak havoc on her body.
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She's more skilled than him, fully aware of what she wants and how he should move to bring her the most pleasure. He is quick to learn and follow her guidance. She leads the way in this, pressing down on him and grinding her hips until it seems like she is building with pressure. He huffs for breath, thrusting up into her roughly, trying to match her and add more to the pyre.
It's growing in him, that feeling of culmination. He can see it on the horizon and taste it on his tongue. He bit at her lip, urging her along and begging for more.