With Aleksandra’s many forms of consent being given, Maleki leaned back down to her mouth, placing yet another long kiss on it. When he finally pulled away, his hand had left her lower lips and went to the belt and string of his pants.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“Glass or steel, if it is important you treat it with care,” </span>Maleki countered with, beginning to work his way out of his pants. His member was as impressive as the rest of him, though naturally holding much fewer scars. As his hands began to hold steady the tool and aim it between Aleksandra’s legs, Maleki leaned back down and began to kiss her once more. It was mid morning and they were not alone in camp. While Maleki had no idea she was not, he was expecting a bit too much noise from this meeting due to him being her first. As he silenced Aleksandra with his own lips, the head of his lust brushed against her folds, finding a foothold as Maleki began to tentatively slide himself in. Feeling less resistance than what he was expecting, Maleki made sense of what exactly Aleksandra was talking about at this time, sliding the entirety of his cock into her abruptly.<br/><br/>Aleksandra was no whore, despite any reservations Maleki may have had about her. He would not simply thrust recklessly and with abandon until his own needs were satisfied. Instead, Maleki was slow and methodical, learning his bedmate as quickly as he could and adjusting his movements for her needs. Certain he was on the right track, Maleki began to shift from the explorative and sensual to the passionate and filling. His thrusts began to pick up pace as he moved from a slightly hunched position to a proper embracing and encompassing position. He was not being gentle, but he was not intending to hurt. His intention was to satisfy himself while also satisfying. Certainly not the wild and frantic fuck that would be appropriate for a tavern’s inn room.<br/><br/>While the lower portion of his body was busy, his head was not alone. The kiss on her lips eventually broke free, moving immediately to her neck and shoulder. The kisses were now no longer gentle and sensual. They were teasing and rough as Maleki began to nibble and deliberate over every inch of her flesh. The strap of the chemise had been pushed away nearly as soon as he had started on her again. One of his hands had wrapped around Aleksandra’s back, helping her move into the lustful intrusion. His free hand had found its way underneath the chemise, hand holding firm and groping her breast. Not pain, but a tantalizing and thorough massage of the tit, with fingers lightly passing over the nipple that was grasped in between the knuckles. Regardless of how strong someone was, if they were worth being cared for, then they should be. And Aleksandra was being cared for as far as Maleki was concerned -though it might have been a bit too much- despite his… usual disposition towards the woman. She was important. Perhaps could end up important to him...