Tarrok planted a long, slow kiss at her neck. Just where it dipped in, that little pit above the collar bone. Could he get enough of her, even in a million years? The saiyan doubted that would be even half enough.<br/><br/>With her consent, and her readiness, he began. Slowly lowering the head of his cock back to her entrance. Their was a moment of pushing against the muscles before he seemed to fall in. A moan slipped from his lips, lost in the heat of the moment.<br/><br/>Now he could begin moving in earnest. With his hands tight around her thighs, he could pull her hips toward his freely. Burying himself halfway in, sliding out then thrusting back in, an inch deeper. Until he finally bottomed out completely, wrapping his length entirely in Aiko.<br/><br/>The saiyan pumped and pounded her petite body. Skin slapping against skin, pressing hard, then bouncing back. Strong arms pulled, bringing her into the most powerful of the thrust. It was a wild ride, and it was taking some control to not go all out immediately.