It was a bit delicious too, her hesitation. Somewhere he knew he'd hurt her, and that she wouldn't want that again, but he thought of her slick in the act, and some of the sounds she'd made. Still, it made her all the more lovely when she tensed but didn't fight him. He gasped into the kiss she gave him, holding on to him like that. What a pointed affection. It was the first he'd ever gotten from her, and it melted the tension in him. How lewd she was, pressing his tongue with hers. She was awakening, wasn't she?<br/><br/>He lifted himself off her slightly, chest up, to allow her hands some freedom on his minimal clothing. It felt like she was exploring him, finally. She wasn't so clever with her seduction, but it was still more enticing than any he'd ever had in this same bed. Emma had been curious too, but not like Valeria. She was teaching him something she might not want him to know, because her sudden adoration, though from a shallow place, was more reward than he'd aimed for. Even her initial plea for him to stop was delightful, like when he used to tickle her, and she'd try to assert herself. It had never stopped him.<br/><br/>His mouth was wide apart when her kiss left it, and he seemed to loose himself when she sprinkled pecks on the side of his face instead. His firm grew against her when her hips showed some enthusiasm. Cayn pressed down on her, a frustrated trembling left in the arms that supported him. How hot their under garments were. Eventually, with some fumbling, he was able to throw her shorts somewhere to the side. When she examined the band of his boxers he pulled her shirt up, eager to see both of her mounds this time.<br/><br/>Give him something. What a dream that was. Her desperation glittered in her eyes and he thought it was perfect. He had to do most of the loving, last time, and he wondered if he could have her show some of her dedication now. "Valeria." he said to her offer of reward. Anything. He kissed her deeply, and thrust against her as though there wasn't anything between them, but there was, and his bulge ached to be let loose into it's real state. He stabbed his tongue possessively into her mouth and expected a welcoming now that hadn't been there in her room.<br/><br/>He was just enjoying her, grabbing one of her wrists to finally guide her fingers between them, under his underwear. She'd know the limb he had her envelop. There wasn't much left for her to either admit it was all a ruse, and risk his tattling, or stroke the thing that had abused her before. He'd deliberately not washed her off it. He gasped in her ear, and couldn't fathom what he should ask for. He pressed his jaw to her mouth again, so she'd adore it some more, which turned his face toward the screen. The well-lit heroine was astride some dirty protagonist, holding on to her own bosom and rolling her hips. It was all the inspiration Cayn needed.<br/><br/>"That." he said and nodded to the galloping main character. She seemed to enjoy it, at least, and it would take Valeria's own initiatives, so he could be sure she wasn't just relying on him to push them through something she later had the privilege of disowning. He loved her then, for offering, and stroked her dark hair and dug longing fingers into her scalp, like he was mad and in love at the same time. It was the kind of lust she'd not seen before. It is a little unforgiving, the male want. "And tell me how much you love me."<br/><br/>Like when they used to roughhouse, and she was doing too poorly, he helped her by clutching her hips to his with skillful hands, rolling to have her be on top in a quick turn. He smiled from where he laid and let his hands quickly finding her lovely softnesses again, lifting her slightly with his hips between her legs. "Comon, Valeria. Let's see you earn my silence." Like they were going to race each other out in the fields by the lake. He was already tempted to take over. Valeria deserved a good thrashing he suspected her hips couldn't provide, but he'd at least wanted to try love by her own direction first.