Perhaps Squall was aware, hopeful even, that Rinoa would take things into her hands and seat herself on his length. If he was he surely wasn't giving anything away with the pure excitement that was dancing in his steel grey eyes as he watched her. Biting his lip in anticipation he was entranced watching her lay her soft hands against his hard chest as she lined herself up. Encouraging her he slid his hands up her sides, fingertips running up her flanks until his large, thick hands reached upwards and cupped her breasts.<br/><br/>"Ohhhh fuck. Rinoa do... do not stop. More." The lion groaned in pure pleasure as he felt inch after inch of his thick steel being pulled deep into her warm channel. He gave her nipples a flick as she took more of him inside of her. Finally squeezing each taut peak as he felt his incredibly hard cock bottom out deep inside of his angel.<br/><br/>"Unnngh. I missed this so much. Hyne you are so tight Rinoa." Apparently Squall's suddenly more talkative nature also lent itself to being more verbal in the bedroom. He simply  had to feel himself move within her however. Lifting his legs and thrusting his hips, he met her withdrawal from his aching member with thrusts  of his own. She was so wet and warm he could feel her coating his thick rod with her slick juices. It only drove him harder as he was meeting her bouncing with long, deep upward motions.<br/><br/>Sweat began to pool on his skin as he lost himself in becoming more and more feral every time she impaled herself upon him. Twisting her hard nipples between his fingertips, Squall fell into a primal rhythm as the wet, sloshing sounds of hot sex and their bodies in perfect sync began to fill the room.