"<i>I promise I said you'd never spend another night alone, so far I've kept it and I don't plan on ever breaking it." </i>He told her feeling her pull him in close. Kryner smiled as he pulled his boxers down and just parted her panties, "<i>Did you read my mind? I planned on just holding you the whole time." </i>He grinned kissing her tenderly as he let her hand guide him inside her warm wet insides. She felt his hips slowly enter between her own. She had to slightly part her legs as he met her gently pressing inside her body. The feeling of initial entry was soft, loving and his eyes closed while his lips locked with hers. Holding her hand he looked into her eyes through her eyelids just soft amber glowing lights in the darkness face to face with him and through the darkness she saw his deep blue ones. That feeling the magician gave them started to kick in as he slowly pulled back before thrusting deeply inside her body as the two only felt that spark heating up between them as his eyes called longingly to her.<br/><br/>"<i>There is my beautiful girl... come to daddy, let me take away your pain, give you safe strong arms to cradle you softly to me. Feel my heart and listen to our single voice. Never look away from me, I want you to have me in my fullest." </i>He told her as he interlaced his fingers into hers propping himself up on his elbows so he didn't crush her. She felt him slowly pushing in and grinding for a few seconds before he'd slowly pull back and press inside her once more. A soft eben flow like the gentle rocking of a ship as their hands remained held together and their lips locking and tongues wrestling in that same gentle rocking. His tongue would crash on top before she swindled over his own, their thumbs gently pawing over one another as their fingers remained locked tightly and nothing was going to get them to let go as he took her body slow and deep.<br/><br/>Del could feel his manhood reaching deep to touch her sensitive spot, Kryner felt her body gripping onto him tightly since it was much easier to get a good grip when he wasn't bucking her hips like a bronco. It was soft, not so much slow, but according to the rhythm that matched how much they were intimate not only with their bodies but also their spirits and mentally comforting the other.