<span style="color: #FF0000">The way she moaned and reacted to the kiss, it made him moan in response. So sensitive, she was just so sensitive and responsive, it made him want this to be even more special. The fingers at her nipples stroked gently, then his whole hand cupped and fondled her with care. All the while, the kiss continued and his tongue lead her own in a slow dance. Their current position, him knelt at the tub while she still reclined within, would not last for much longer. At least not if they got to do everything that he wanted to do, but for the moment it would be enough. Right now, he was content to just kiss her, to feel her tongue move against his own. To feel her body tremble, to hear her shuddering breath, he wanted that. Wanted to hear that, wanted to be the cause of that. <br/><br/>They had started off terribly, but then when they actually talked and he got to know her, he realized that they were far more alike than he had previously thought. Now, he wanted to do this for her, to give her this moment to cherish on cold nights when she was left alone. If he could not be her true first, he could give her this first true experience.</span><br/><br/>It was almost too much, hearing him moan like that. It almost had her feeling guilty about what they were doing, knowing that such a loophole shouldn't be exploited...whatever the loophole was exactly. But his lips were...intoxicating, driving her wild, his hands causing her whole body to feel alight and onfire. She swore her body was going to burst out of its skin with how he felt, the softest caress feeling the most profound. Her hands shakily clung to him, a hand wanting to feel across his chest, feel the muscles she'd wondered at, hesitantly playing at dipping into his shirt, only to keep stopping herself, for fear of being too forward.<br/><br/>Yes, even with what they were doing, she was scared she'd appear forward, or do something wrong, with her clumsy shaking hands, with her inexperience.<br/><br/>Rather than remain reclined as she was, she almost started to push against him, to sit up, to invest more into the kiss than she had been. To lose herself in it. Maria could hardly breathe, let alone think, but what thoughts were there were nervous ones, wondering,<span style="font-style: italic">What's he going to do?</span>or<span style="font-style: italic">Am I doing this right?</span>The last thing she wanted was to make this more difficult or do something wrong, not when he was doing this for her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">When she pushed up against him, he leaned back, arm going about her back to hold her tighter against him. Now that she was wet and pressed against him, he decided it was time to change the location. With reluctance his hand left her breast to dip into the water and scoop up under her legs and lift her up from the tub. Cradled in his arms now, he held her close the kiss continued and never stopped while he carried her to the bed. <br/><br/>Once there he laid her down and was forced to pull away, but only so the he could remove his now soaking wet shirt. It would be the only thing he would remove for this, and had it not gotten wet he would not have removed it at all. This was about her and not him, he could already tell that he would end up frustrated. What they would do, would be for her and her alone. The only pleasure he would get would be from the knowledge that she would enjoy it. <br/><br/>As he looked at her, there naked on the bed, arms crossed over herself as she sought to cover herself and retain her innocence. There he stood and drank in the sight of her, the simple curves of her, the natural beauty that she possessed. An aching, a desire and need for her arose though he would not admit it. It would be something that he could never have. The knowledge that she would enjoy it was all that he needed tonight. <br/><br/>Before the moment could drag out any longer, he leaned back down, his body straddled her own so that he could resume the kiss once again. There was no leading up to it, he went straight back to the deep and passionate embrace they had just ended. This time it did not last as long and he forced himself to pull away so that he might kiss and nibble lower. It was not long before his mouth took up the activities that his hand had just had. A tentative lick was given to gauge her reaction, before he drew the whole thing into his mouth to suckle gently, whilst his hand fondled and played with the other.</span><br/><br/>If someone had told her before this trip that she would end in the arms of a ranger, she'd have laughed and shook her head, not sure how something like that would happen. She'd have pushed the thought aside for what she knew she needed to do, not what she'd eventually want to do. She'd have scoffed at the idea of kissing, if only because of the sense of duty she'd felt, not because she wouldn't say she'd be attracted.<br/><br/>Even Maria wasn't stubborn enough to say she wouldn't find another man attractive, especially in light of what she'd heard the Prince of Sirmia looked like.<br/><br/>But, here she was, in a tub, completely naked...kissing a man who<span style="font-style: italic">wanted</span>to kiss her back. He kissed her not because he had to, but because he did what he wanted, and he wanted to kiss her almost as badly as she'd wanted to kiss him. She found it hard to focus, his hand on her breast bringing out a chorus of whimpers, only to be replaced with a groan as he lifted her up and carried her to the bed.<br/><br/>For the first time since the kisses started, when he disconnected, she felt embarrassed, shy, unsure of herself. Her arms drew in tight to her form, covering her chest as her legs tightened and curled up into herself, trying to keep some modicum of modesty. A blush took a strong hold of her cheeks, watching him look over her, her own eyes cautiously sliding over his form, memorizing his muscles, the visible markings, though her eyes always made it back to his own, teeth embedded firmly in her lip.<br/><br/>And then, finally, he closed that gap again and her mind resumed clouding, her embarrassment disappearing in the wake of the pleasure he was causing. Everything was so foreign to her, every cell feeling so alive she could hardly stand it. His lips moving against hers, her tongue moving with her own, she cried out in protest when he moved lower, but that cry dissipated into a moan as his teeth, his lips, grazed elsewhere, moving lower and lower until his name fell free of her lips in a strangled gasp, feeling his tongue slide over her nipple. Hands clasped at the bed, her back arched, eyes rolled back. At the rate it was going, she wasn't sure how she'd last. It was like he was finding every button on her body and pushing it on repeat until something happened.<br/><br/>What more could she do? Her mind was already far out of the building, nerves on high alert, body trembling. She was at his mercy, a dutiful student, almost expecting him to change things up, to have her do something she'd never thought of...but that moment never came. In that moment, it felt like she was the only girl in the world, the only girl in the world to the only man who mattered.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">His name. <span style="font-style: italic">When was the last time that anyone had moaned it? Moaned it and really meant it</span> <br/><br/>He could not remember and at the moment he did not care to try and think about the past. It was just that, the past and right now he was focused on the present and the woman who was beneath him. A small part of him was angry and frustrated with this and what was happening. Even as his tongue flicked across the bit of flesh and his teeth joined in the fray to nibble, he was angry. A part of him wanted her, wanted all of her. To be her <span style="font-style: italic">true</span> first time, to take what the other man did not deserve. To share in the pleasure with her completely, to feel her whole body against his own, feel it tremble as he moved within her. <br/><br/>The more he tasted of her, the more he felt of her, the more he wanted that. Wanted the one thing he could never have. <br/><br/>With great effort he pushed that part of him down, out of the way again. Only focused on what he promised to give her. Even has his own discomfort only grew with each moment that passed. <br/><br/>A growl of her name spilled from his lips when he switched to the nipple. His tongue, lips and teeth worked in unison to stimulate and please her until he felt she could not take anymore. Then again, with regret and reluctance he left and kissed lower, eyes cast up to watch her face. To see the reactions as they played across her face, his hands gentle as he parted her legs and gave him access to where he knew she wanted it the most. <br/><br/>Here he paused, his breath hot across her flesh, eyes still focused up at her. There he waited until he felt that he had her whole attention, then his tongue snaked out and dragged across her for that first time. For that first taste.<br/><br/>And again he moaned her name while he took a deep shuddering breath.</span><br/><br/>His aim was to make her overdose with pleasure, and he was well on his way toward that goal. Each nibble was more intense than the last, the tingles mounting on each other. And there was something within the nibbles and kisses themselves, something he wasn't saying or acknowledging, but she knew right off that it was more than she'd ever experienced ever. Yes, he was being gentle with her, but there was this side of him that had her wondering what he'd do if she weren't so innocent, if she hadn't been completely untouched.<br/><br/>Another cry of his name mingled in with the moan of her name from his lips as he switched to the other side, back arching anew as her hands gripped tighter the bed beneath her. Her breaths were coming in shaky pants, her chest visibly heaving and trembling with the effort it took to take in the shallowest of breaths.<br/><br/>What she hadn't expected, however, was him to go lower still. It caused the haze her mind was within to quickly vanish, or thin at least. She started to sit up, to protest as her legs held tighter together. Nothing good would come of him seeing the most vulnerable part of her. Nothing good for herself or him, with the level of frustration she was already feeling at the situation. But, with his gentle insistence, Maria allowed her legs to part, a hand visibly struggling not to reach down and cover herself. Cheeks flush deeper than any blush prior, her teeth bit hard into her lip as she looked down at him, hair matted to her face.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">But...But we ca-</span><br/><br/>The thought cut off as a louder moan, something a bit more primal, carnal, loosed without an attempt to silence it. If she'd thought his breath on her was unbearable, the smallest of tastes he'd taken sending her body into a small fit of spasms, hips lifting off of the bed, back pushing into it, hands finding themselves embedded in her hair as she sought to keep from pushing him away so she could catch her breath.<br/><br/>Because she didn't want to breathe.<br/><br/>She didn't want to think.<br/><br/>He knew what she wanted, even if she didn't fully know it herself, and she wasn't going to stop him. She was going to let him do as he said he would, commit it to memory, cling to that memory to satiate herself in the cold, lonely nights of her future life. As much as her mind was telling her to stop it there, that kissing was one thing and tasting the most intimate part of her was a completely different thing, her body was screaming at her to let it happen.<br/><br/>So she did.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">That reaction made him groan and pant with a need that he could not satisfy. So instead, he focused on the next lick, then the next lick....then the next. Over and over his tongue thoroughly enjoyed itself with her sweet, sweet taste as it hit his tongue. Each taste he wanted more and his tongue would push in a bit more. <br/><br/>When her hips bucked from the bed, his hands gripped them and held them firmly in place with a low growl while he and his tongue explored to their fullest. Then he found it, the most sensitive part and he wasted no time in lashing his tongue over it again and again. A pace was set in time to the heavy pants of her breathing. The speed and rhythm steady, as he wanted to draw it out, to get her so worked up that she....asked for him. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">To hear her say my name....with longing...need....and desire...</span></span><br/><br/>His groans and pants only added to it, added a vibration and a heat that couldn't be matched; At least, not with anything that she knew of. Her mind tried to focus on each sensation individually, to commit each act to memory so that she could put herself in this position again when she didn't have him anymore, but it was too difficult. She was so overcome with pleasure she'd never known that each lick was the equivalent of one million licks simultaneously.<br/><br/>The way his hands held her in place, the way he growled, it had that urge to know what he's really like moving more to the forefront of her mind. It dawned on her that she wanted to know, first hand, how it felt to be manhandled in such a setting...Not like he had been, dragging her around and yelling at her, but...when a man really wants what he wants, what it'd be like for him to act with abandon.<br/><br/>By this time, her body was trembling more, a fine sheen of sweat having replaced where the bath's water had clung to her silken skin. Her hands kept jumping from holding the bed, to holding her hair, to covering her mouth to stifle moans, to finding their way to his hands and his hair, merely wanting some form of closeness, and feeling urges to do<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>to him...something she wasn't even sure of, as she wasn't sure what she wanted. She just knew she wanted it.<br/><br/>Another urge was making itself known, an urge that presented itself with a feeling, an ache at her core. It throbbed with her heartbeat, very close to where he'd already started paying so much attention to, but a little lower...something internal. Her lips parted to ask what it was, amid the chorus of unintelligible moans and groans she loosed, but then stopped, for fear of him finding her silly and naive, and ruining the moment. Maria merely prayed he'd know what it was she wanted, and couldn't voice.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">It was as if they were connected on another level and though she could not have asked for what she needed with words, he knew what she wanted. A hand left her hips, his finger lightly probed at her entrance until he felt she was ready. <br/><br/>Then with a pause his eye focused on her face his teeth nipped at her clit, while his finger slipped inside of her and arched to rub against her g-spot. <br/><br/>So complete was his focus on her, that he ignored his own situation. How his chest heaved, the sweat that had formed on his body. The aching that he felt himself for the woman before him. It was all pushed to the side and ignored, because it was not about him. It was about her and her pleasure. Even if he could not have her in the way that he wanted, the way that he nearly needed her, he could indulge in this moment with her and live through her pleasure with her.</span><br/><br/>Violet eyes were stormy, electric, as they took in his movements with their half-lidded gaze, breath hitching to the point of nonexistence when she saw his hand leave her hip. Lips parting as she felt his finger, just out of view so it caused her to jump, feeling around her, heart pounding so hard she thought it would break through her rib cage. Again, she thought to ask something, to try and articulate exactly what she wanted, but she faltered. How could she know what she wanted when she didn't know anything about this? About how good any of it could feel?<br/><br/>The nip came and she dropped back on the bed, no longer able to hold her head up to watch him, his name falling free of her lips in a breathless, strangled moan, cutting off as she remembered she had to breathe. It hurt to a point, figuring her fear of it made all the pleasure temporarily back-burner, but what little pain there'd been was instantly negated.<br/><br/>By something else.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure what he was doing, or where he was hitting, but it felt exponentially better than anything he'd done to her before then. That ache that had welled up inside of her, the one that had her mind confused, anxious and needy, was satiated even while it escalated. This finger...it wasn't really what she wanted, recognizing this need that she had even as she felt her body tensing, her entire body alight with tingles, and wave after wave of pleasure in time with the beat of her heart. But it was all she could have. All he could have.<br/><br/>When this was over, she'd focus on him...if he'd let her...Or, at least would talk about possibilities...For now, though...for now she was more content to cry out his name, to move her hips a fraction to test things herself and how they felt. or now, she was content to lose herself in him and the feel of that edge, that release building. The more it continued, the more she felt ready to burst, like every nerve ending was on fire.<br/><br/>"BrÃ¡daaaach..." she moaned, the feeling of her body tensing more and more and the building of something almost scaring her. "BrÃ¡dach, I...I ca-...I'm..." She was frustrated with not knowing what to call it, but it felt like at any moment, she would literally explode; a delicious explosion that would consume everything, including her soul.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">His own frustration mimicked her's, as he groaned from the sensations of her muscles as they contracted and relaxed in a steady rhythm. <br/><br/>â€œMaria....just....let go....,â€ he lifted his head for a moment to pant up at her. â€œJust....let go,â€ with those final word spoken he slipped another finger into her and let his tongue once again go to work on her clit. It flicked over the nerve cluster again and again, even while his own frustration built and built. She tasted so sweet and even with just his fingers he could feel how tight that she was, which made him groan at the thought of being inside of her. <br/><br/>All he wanted was for her to have that moment to have this moment of pleasure, even if it felt like it would kill him in the process with his chest heaved and his heart raced.</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Let go.....Just.....let.....go....</span><br/><br/>His words repeated in her head as her body started to heave, started to contract more violently. That push of another finger stretching her taut, the way those fingers flicked over that delicate button at her core while her tongue kept at her clit, it was too much. Too much to take, to comprehend, to handle.<br/><br/>Her body let go then, her mind falling over that cliff into the waiting release below, his name coming out in a throaty, nearly bestial scream, hips bucking and back arching, her body trying to get away from his touch to stop it, far too sensitive to be touched. Anything more and she was sure she'd explode, sure her heart would give out, sure she'd die a happy death by his hand.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">She tried to get away, tried to pull away from him, but he held her fast in place with is other hand on her hips. If he could not have her how he wanted to have her, then he would have her like this and enjoy her how he wanted. He would taste her as she orgasm, he would watch it and feel it as her body fell over that blissful edge and into pleasure. <br/><br/>His fingers and tongue worked for a while longer, until he could not stand it anymore and he pulled away from her to slide to the floor. There he sat with his chest heaving and his body covered in a sheen of sweat. <br/><br/>He was not sure what he would do now, or what this had done to their relationship, but he knew it would never be the same now. Not after that. There was no way in the world that it would be what it was before their first kiss, or even just an hour ago when they shared dinner together. It was now in the past. <br/><br/>It was the future he was concerned with.</span><br/><br/>"NonononononostopstopstopBrÃ¡dachstop!" she cried, trying to get away from his probing fingers, from his tongue, from the pleasure she couldn't handle anymore. Her body was crying in protest at the continued release, unsure of what to do with itself. Its spasms grew more violent, hips trying to break away from him, eyes forcibly rolled back in her head as she pushed back into the pillow, pulse felt everywhere as her muscles continued to clench and release, veins practically bursting.<br/><br/>When he did finally stop, she collapsed on the bed, unable to move or even<span style="font-style: italic">think</span>about moving.<br/><br/>And, though it took a while, her mind started to uncloud, and reality set in. What they'd done...was well beyond what they should have done, and now that she'd done it...<br/><br/>Where did that leave them? Surely not the same place they had been. He wouldn't go back to treating her like produce to be thrown around in transport, would he? Now that he'd gotten almost all of what he wanted, he wouldn't stop talking to her completely would he? The last time she'd kissed him, they didn't talk for days, and this had far surpassed it...<br/><br/>It felt...right...with him.<br/><br/>And that scared her.<br/><br/>So she lay there, in a sheen of sweat, her entire body holding a flush to it, hair matted to her forehead and strewn across the bed, trying to get her thoughts in order. Trying to figure out what this meant for the future, for her life. What that meant of her and BrÃ¡dach. What it meant, period.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">There he sat until he could catch his breath, then he slowly stood. The discomfort in his pants still there and very evident with no hope of release.<br/><br/>â€œUm....I think....I should get my bath now...â€ he said to her in a somewhat hoarse voice. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">A cold bath</span></span><br/><br/>His voice pulled her out of her confused daze, glazed over eyes looking up at him before pushing herself up into a semi-upright position. Unable to keep from doing so, her eyes dropped down to the evident discomfort, guilt rising at how he'd done such a wonderful thing for her, but she'd not done the same for him.<br/><br/>"Look, I..." Maria started, the flush in her cheeks brightening a bit as her eyes dropped. "I know I'm...I'm not experienced, but...you did this for me...is...there anything I can...do for you? That you...want me to do for you?" Her voice was quiet, breathless, nervous and slightly embarrassed about being so forward.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">Why did she have to ask?</span> he thought with some frustration as he was not sure how he felt about it. <br/><br/>â€œI...um...well....yes? But...I am just not sure if we should....â€ he said after stammering far more than he was used to. Did he want her to do something for him, to him? Of course. But, he just was not sure about her comfort level and how that would play over into what they were now. If it could make it worse. <br/><br/>â€œI did not do...that...because I expected anything back from you. I did it to make you feel good and it made me feel good to know that you were so pleased and enjoyed what we did,â€ he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. â€œI don't want you to feel that you have to do anything. Ok?â€</span><br/><br/>The blush only deepened by his response, and the way she'd seemingly put him so far off kilter. He was normally so in command of everything, and now he was...stammering? Awkward? He looked as awkward as she felt, even if her body were too tired to try and make her expression reflect what her voice portrayed.<br/><br/>She wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of what she'd have to do. As foreplay wasn't anything she was taught about, anything she could help him with wasn't something she was able to do, or so she thought. The main attraction was what she'd been taught and that's what he'd been trying to avoid while still showing her what she'd be missing for the rest of her life.<br/><br/>"It's...not that I feel like I...have to..." came an even quieter reply, fingers picking at the sheets. "But...I don't know...what to do...or how to do it...or...I...I'm sorry, I'll just leave you to your bath..."<br/><br/>This moment just further emphasized to her the need to figure out what happened now, what it all meant. This awkward feeling seemed to be a permanent fixture in her thoughts now that he wasn't keeping her occupied with overwhelming sensations. So, shifting to crawl into her still-drenched bed, she glanced up at him, a tired smile on her lips, albeit small. "I guess I'll...see you...tomorrow morning?"<br/><br/>More awkward talk. She almost wished the bed would just swallow her whole.