Tae'loren's growled chuckle resonated deep in the pit of Elariel's stomach. His tongue tracing against her ear made her moan as her body trembled above him. Then, with a teasing kiss and a tempting taste of the penetration she craved, he stopped. Her entrance stretched to accommodate the girth of his firm tip, the heat of him causing her breath to run ragged. It took all of her restraint to stop herself from crying out in frustration. Luckily, he spoke and diverted her one track focus.<br/><br/>Tae'loren's words tugged at Elariel's stomach in a completely different manner. Her eyes softened as they locked onto his, her eyebrows furrowing at the depth of his words. Her breath was caught in her throat as she contemplated his request. Never before had she felt such passion, such an instant devotion. She hadn't even known him for two whole days, but she felt deep down as if they had never been apart. Any time without Tae'loren, her life up until this moment, was a place holder. As she came to this realisation her hips sagged and she gasped, her lips parting and her eyes closing at the further penetration.<br/><br/>"Yes," Elariel moaned, looking down at the dusky hued elf beneath her. "Yes a hundred times."<br/><br/>When Elariel's eyes fluttered opened it was a single minded focus. Elariel's next grin was one that matched Tae'loren's earlier one in is suggestiveness. One hand pressed against the firm muscle of his chest, his hear pounding vigorously beneath her palm. Her other hand cupped his cheek as her face ducked down, her lips eager to claim his.<br/><br/>"I look forward to being alone with you. I want nothing more than to cry your name as you climax inside me." Elariel's words would have tickled his lips as she spoke, but she remedied that with a deep and passionate kiss. As Elariel and Tae'loren's tongues entwined she lowered herself down around his hot hard cock with painstaking deliberation. A breath of relief escaped when he was fully sheathed, her inner muscles tightened around him, trying to hold his pleasant member in place. After allowing them a moment to enjoy the connection she moved back up. From there she no longer wanted to hold back, so she didn't. She made love to him with all of the enthusiasm and passion he had inspired in her. Her hips bopped up and down around him, his member pushing in and out of her slick channel. Each time he lowered  down around her again had her readjusting to his girth, each time her body quivered at the pleasurable stretch. Her pleasure rose again, her womanhood still sensitive from his earlier ministrations. Her fingers laced through his hair and her nails clawed at his scalp. She bit back her moans and wished that they were alone now, she didn't want to wait.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>