After a bit, Tarrok got a little miffed how hard it was to lock lips through all this. Obvious in hindsight, but the saiyans mind wasn't quite in the proper place for hindsight right now. Both of them were far too swept up in the now, in the immediate action. Perhaps more accurately, they were too far caught up in each other. With her clawing intensifying, it was becoming harder to think of much more aside how much she was rocking his world.<br/><br/>Tarrok locked his arms, holding fast and rigid around her. He still would be gentle with her, though. If he bruised her, hurt her, during all this he'd probably never forgive himself. Didn't matter if Aiko forgave it or not, he couldn't use her so callously. Not after the way she was made, for what she was made and how others had wanted her for that purpose.<br/><br/>Now the saiyans thrusts came shorter, sharper and harder. Tarrok held her body firmly to his own, keeping them closer without losing any fervor. Aiko's smooth skin felt like silk sheets sliding across his own sandstone rough grain. Every little moan and breath spoke of her building pleasure, and every masculine instinct told him to bring it all out.<br/><br/>Tarrok pecked and sucked at Aiko's precious neck. He sought out the soft skin, where it was thin and sensitive. All the places where the nerves would jump and delight at a lovers touch. What he wouldn't give for this moment to last forever, just the two of them together. If only the world worked like that.