With her back to the rock and her cheeks dampened by the ocean's spray Daphne felt a trickle of fear begin to spread. Orion was not wrong in his assumption concerning her virginity. Despite the pleasure she happily gave and received from her Mistress she had never been taken in such a way and now she grew apprehensive as the moment drew near. Still, seeming to sense the edginess that had begun to foul her mood, her husband surprised her. Well-practiced hands moved her as he saw fit so that he pinned her beneath him, her shoulders flat against the rock's surface and her legs forcefully spread. Exposed and vulnerable, her hips gave the slightest of jerks at the foreign brush of his day's-growth against the soft skin of a trimmed stomach before settling back down for the time being.<br/><br/>Pinned beneath her husband for the first - and she hardly doubted, the last - time, she trembled. She had been tied down, held bound in the air, twisted and turned beneath the steady pressure of rope biting into her flesh, even felt the cold sting of metal chains holding her place. Each new garment of bondage had been met with a nervous excitement. Bound to the bed or immobilized against the wall she had found a sense of unrestricted freedom that contrasted in agonizing pleasure to the bindings that caressed and dared to bruise her. Even now she swore she could feel silken rope being made to lead in a torturous tickle across her skin, promising a wicked delight of the senses yet when blue eyes fluttered open it was not to rope being manipulated into clever knots but of a sailor's sunkissed skin above her.<br/><br/>His name hung on her tongue for a moment however as petal soft lips part to call out to him the brush of a newly familiar tongue against the softest part of her erased any thoughts she might have had. Willingly she pushed to spread her thighs wider for his intrusion, her hips struggled - yet whether to rise for more or fall away in a shy coyness is impossible to say - and her voice rose to rival the crashing of the tide upon the well-worn rocks. Turning her head against the blinding pleasure, she whimpered softly beneath her breath and nipped in irritation at his ankle for daring to keep his bride for exploring his own form with the same leisurely pace he did.<br/><br/>A pout tugged threateningly at her lips despite the breathy gasps and moans that escaped her. Pinned as she was she could not draw him into her mouth the way he did her nor could her hands reach far with her shoulders held securely to the rock beneath them. Nevertheless she could not be swept away by pleasure without giving some in return. Reaching up as high as she could, she gripped his thighs with the same feminine claws he had admired earlier and tugged in an effort to draw him closer to her so that she may at least attempt to deliver the same soul-searing pleasure that threatened to send her careening off a cliff. "Please..."