Everything he did, from the brush of his masculine muscle along feminine softness to the gentle glide of his breath across her skin, belied his experience. Even though she tried to match his carnal knowledge, going step-by-step with him the entire way, yet still she found herself following his lead. The differences between a man and a woman, both in body and in technique, becoming more and more apparent with each passing second making her doubt herself so thought her body trembled beneath his own and her touch a shy brush more than a brave caress. Could he tell? When he laid her back down on the hard rock, her body sheltered by the large expanse of his own and her wrists pinned above her head by only one of her husband's large hands.<br/><br/>She gave a whimper of pure feminine need as her thighs were made to part around Orion's narrow waist, instinctively hooking her ankles behind him so that her heels press into his rear, urging him closer. And still he leaned back giving her space as though he knew her head still spun with arousal and overwhelming emotions, and he was offering her just enough air to breath and clear her mind enough to relax back into him. She could love him all the more for the thoughtful tenderness. When he gazed down upon her and finally lowered himself, she couldn't resist arching into him so that lush curves melded to hard muscle or withhold the moans that threatened to rival the very sea with its passion when his lips found the sensitive flesh at her ear.<br/><br/>Didn't he know she had been ready for him? Proof of her need stained her inner thighs and her very soul quivered with unimaginable hunger. Her body clenched, desperate to be filled, her breasts aching and their twin peaks tightened in the Mediterranean air. She had been ready for him when his thigh had initially parted her thighs to press against the softest part of her, when he had pulled her up to him by his grip on her hair and whispered to her, his voice a dark seduction all its own. "Please...?" The word was swallowed by the churning sea so close to her and when she realized it her lips pursed into a small pout.<br/><br/>Rising her hips, slick flesh glided against male hardness and her hands tugged at his hold briefly, much in the same way she would tug at Eirene's ropes binding her. Was this the same? Orion had already proved is more dominant characteristics, just as he had revealed the poet beneath her sailor's tough exterior. But was this like her relationship with her beloved Mistress? Inwardly she shook her head to clear thoughts of the curve brunette from her mind, choosing instead to focus on the budding love and consuming fire raging within her for her husband. Suddenly unsure whether to be grateful for the restriction of her hands or pout at her inability to touch him, she instead pressed her heels into his back, urging him closer even as her hips rolled against his own, desperate to be as close as physically possible to her husband.<br/><br/>"Take me, Orion..."