The noises that Eira made, along with her arching back were a sure fire sign that he was doing something right. That further fueled his intensity, it didn't mean he was going to rush straight into things despite his body wanting to, it did mean though that Ylrid was going to be a tad bit rougher than he had been up to this point. His lips remained on her nipple while his right hand worked its way around to the inside of her thigh, his touch not nearly as soft as it had been until finally he reached the most intimate area on her body.<br/><br/>Before letting his right hand go and explore Ylrid switched from her right breast to the left one, and finally the middle and ring fingers of his right hand glided along the lips of her pussy. He wanted to make sure she was well aroused and lubricated before proceeding any further. Ylrid understood the sensitivity of the female body from conversations, practice, and careful observation. Back and forth they went, up and down, and at the first sign of wetness he would slowly spread them and continue forth toward the magical button that would hopefully turn her burning passion into a blazing inferno.<br/><br/>All the while Ylrid's own heart raced, his muscles were getting a workout from holding the awkward positions, but he held true. He wanted this in the worst of ways, but he didn't want to spoil it, she was the first of his kind to be nice to him in any capacity, this was something he needed to cherish like a fine ale not rush through like a stout beer or shot of liquor.