Geraint bent down and kissed Vara, softly, pulling at her lower lip after the kiss.  He wanted to watch her eyes.  He held himself over her with one arm, gripping the bed.  He used another hand to steady her hip.  Then he pressed forward, he slid himself inside of her sex, filling her up in a slow push that ended with them hip to hip.  Once he was inside of her - deep inside of her - he closed his eyes, exhaled, feeling the slick grip of her sex around him, luxuriating in the feel of her body, and what it did to him physically and deep in his heart.  He opened his eyes, so he could look and see - and feel - what their joining did to her.<br/><br/>He started to grind his hips into hers, slowly, and he bent down and kissed her, mouth open, deep and wet, tongues sliding against each other, and every time he shifted the kiss, he would tug at her lower lip before starting, again.<br/><br/>Breaking the chain of kisses, he slowed further the roll of his hips, and looked at her.  "How does that please you?  Do you require further services of worship, my queen?"  There was humor in his voice, mixed with the lust, but he could joke about serious things.  "Like this, perhaps?"<br/><br/>He pulled back his hips, his long shaft coming almost all the way out of her sex, and thrust forward, again, this time faster, a little harder.  But even then his thighs were quaking with the need for her.