<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Some things became obviously clear to Trent as things continued to play out.</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Sveta clearly had a lot of conflict going on. This was a far cry from who she had been when he first met her. She had been so confident back then, so smart, seemingly headstrong, and someone who knew what she wanted. She had questioned him whole heartedly, challenged him openly, and flaunted her intelligence, all of that now out the window from what, a kiss? He saw the redness in her face, the growing confusion and possibly even some anger. </span></span><br/><span style="font-family:Thread000172f0Id0000001e"></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The fact that she had an issue with him wanting a fun was a bit of a shock. He figured she of all people would understand, but this idea of wanting something more from him was new. Trent had not dealt with romance in the past, there hadn't been any time for it. He was not completely opposed to the idea of romance, but he had never contemplated it.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Of course Trent was having a hard time focusing overall, most men would when an extremely hot woman paid attention to their sensitive manhood. Her hand rubbing against him caused him to make a quick decision. He stopped the engine of the boat, letting it float down the river, the current not strong enough to make him worry about crashing into anything. His heart rate quickened, his breathing became shallow, as Trent let a groan escape his lips. When she asked whether he liked what she was doing all he could do was groan and nod his head in response.  There was nothing she did that he did not enjoy, pure magic was what laid in her methods. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Trent almost all but forgot about the timidity she had shown just a moment ago, this seductive persona more than he could ever have hoped for. It was magical and great. He wanted her, needed her, his lustful longing since he had first laid eyes on her coming to a head. He remembered she had mentioned being careful with her, he wondered why, since she had not been kind or careful with him earlier when they scrapped. As she clamped down on his collar bone, the sensation sending more waves of pleasure throughout his body, Trent responded to her. "You are useful, this will prove useful, and I am sure mutually beneficial." His mind was having a hard time focusing clearly, there was much more he wanted to say, but killing the mood was not high on his priority list either.</span>