Craig responded to each sensation with a moan and a change of his breathing. His body under Peg's touch tensed and flexed, stomach tightening, fists curling. He resisted the desire to grab her, bring her to him, make it so that he could touch her just as gently as she touched him. His hips bucked, tried to leave the bed as he fought himself to enjoy the waves that Peg caused.<br/><br/>He felt her hands, small, delicate, strong as iron and yet subtle, soft, and already knowing his body like they had shared much more time than one night. He felt her nips, her teeth and tongue, her lips pressed to his skin and kissing him. When she took him he could no longer hold back and her name cried out inside the bedroom, his eyes closed for just a moment after he had felt the first delicate suckle against his flesh. he tried to open his eyes, to gaze at her, but he found he could not.<br/><br/>He felt her shift, felt the scent change as bodies were aroused. He could smell the subtle difference and that only made him more erect. When he felt her hands, her fingers push and tease at him he moaned and pushed back, unafraid to let Peg know all of him. It was her right as mate, and his pleasure, to be under, or around her touch. he felt the moan roll down the length of his body, his flesh taken control of and serving his pleasure under her guidance.<br/><br/>"Please... Peg.... Margaret... God... anything you want, please.. don't stop." His voice on edge, his body at her beck and call. He was building, far faster than he had known he would, she was bringing him to an orgasm that started deep and slowly began to bleed through his body. Hands clenched at the sheets, threatening to tear holes through them as he resisted pull the young woman atop him.<br/>