The couch almost breaks as he pounds her, slowly at first before turning into more of a rodeo bull ride.  Taking her fingers in his fingers, he stretches their arms out above their heads as his lips come to hers.  Unable to help himself, his tongue enters her mouth, wrestling wildly with her tongue.  The breath from his nostrils spreads over her face, in a warm blast as he almost has trouble breathing only out of his nose.  Thrusting ever faster, their bodies continue to adapt to each other; the motions becoming easier yet the feelings becoming harder.  Roaring in the heat of the moment, he slides into her with as much entrancing friction as before.<br/><br/>He didn’t mind if she fell asleep before “he did”, he would still enjoy caring her to bed and studying her in sweet meditation.  Nothing displeased him, nothing outside of her loft, the tiny world he wished he never had to leave alone.  What did worry him was how Risa had to spend the entire day alone, through empathy he felt terrible.  Luckily for him, he was in a constant state of sleep while encased in stone.  That does not mean he doesn’t dream.<br/>