Tarrok cracked a dry grin at the heel smacking him on the ass. At least she was clear about what she wanted. Even if he was a thick headed saiyan most of the time. He gave her one last rub against her sensitive button for old times sake, though.<br/><br/>Bringing his hips back, he lined himself up to her willing depths. Carefully, he pushed his length inside her, making sure he didn't hurt her. Tarrok gasped, waves of pleasure rippling from their joining. How did she do this to him, engulfing him with this warmth?<br/><br/>Rolling his powerful hips, Tarrok gave her what they both wanted. Pumping into her body, burying himself deeper inch by inch. Neither of them felt like going gentle right now, and the saiyan obliged. He wanted her right now more than he wanted anything else.<br/><br/>Tarrok's strong hands went to her hips, then reconsidered. Aiko was giving back just as well, and she wasn't nearly as limp as she was the last time she was underneath him. If he gripped her by the hips, that'd limit a lot of the feedback she could give. Instead, his hands migrated up, to her waist. Holding tight, he could keep a snug grip and give her the room she needed to move.<br/><br/>He kept nipping at whatever skin he could manage. Not targeted, but also not paced consistently. Every time, he heard a little hitch in her breath, a little pause as she felt what he was doing to her. Just that sound, real physical proof of her ecstasy, drove him wild no matter how minor it was.