She gasped at each movement. They were far from painful. It was just so odd, the pressure, the way he reacted. Yet, she found herself wanting more and more. Her hand grasped his as their tongues clashed together. She breathed easy, steady. Her thoughts and emotions were all over the place with how she felt, how he made her feel. Aiko still would not change it for the world.<br/><br/>Slowly, she began to meet his slow thrusts herself. Her body just seemed to know what to do. There was a light moan at each time he moved inside of her. The intimacy of it all brought a few tears to her closed brown eyes. It was as if he was showing the feelings he'd never actually admit aloud. Aiko knew he would always be so stubborn and proud. She honestly didn't expect him to show nearly as much love and tenderness as he was. It would be a like for her to say she did not love it.<span style="font-style: italic">I love him.</span>