Realistically, Aiko couldn't pull him anywhere he didn't want to be pulled. Even without energy control powers, he was easily many times her weight in meat and bone. Tarrok eased forward, onto his knees as Aiko let herself drop down onto the sheets. One hand went to her back, gently supporting her back.<br/><br/>Tarrok couldn't help but get caught up in her kisses. Low, excited growls came freely from within him now. Even this had an effect on him, like intoxication without losing brain cells. The saiyan would have gone celibate if he was sure to receive care such as this.<br/><br/>Desire swelled in him like a freshly stoked fire. With a turn of his wrist, he was able to get the ends of his fingers in her. Just enough to open her entrance, not enough to be truly inside her. He could feel the tender nub of her button beneath his member, and grinded against it. Doing this meant his face was stuck at her chest level, though. Tarrok didn't waste it, dotting her with faux bites, kisses and more.<br/><br/>As much as he wanted immediate satisfaction, Aiko deserved more as a better class of woman. Nobody else had wormed their way so close to him, even his family. Tarrok didn't want Aiko, he needed her. Needed to give her more, to cherish every shivered breath and adore every hair on her head. If he were a religious man, he might have likened it to worship.<br/><br/>I don't want to be alone, not again.