Tarrok loosed a deeper, louder growl as he felt her claws drag against his back. Each of them was like an electric pinprick against his skin, close yet too far. He wanted her to dig in, really put them down but he was sort of attached to what he was doing with his lips at the moment. The saiyans back twitched and shuddered at her teasing.<br/><br/>Wether she obliged or not, she still was driving him up the wall. In the best possible way, naturally. At this point, it was safe to assume Aiko herself was his biggest turn on. Another woman could walk up, drop her knickers and be turned away on the spot.<br/><br/>He put more power into his thrusts, slamming all the way in and pushing up. Leaning his body back a bit, he gave himself a better platform to better bounce her up. To Aiko, it would have felt like trying to ride a bucking bronco. Despite his strong arms embracing her, keeping her close, it made their previous passions seem mild by comparison.<br/><br/>Pressure started to grow in his gut, light enough he almost missed it entirely. Somehow, it felt like Aiko was driving him to the edge easier than the last time. It was hard to tell time like this, though, caught up in each others touch like this. Tarrok wouldn't be surprised to check the clock and find it had been twenty minutes, or an hour.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"When your... about to come,"</span>Tarrok moaned,<span style="color: #0080FF">"Bite... down on my shoulder."</span>