Animals mate for reproduction, and while there was not doubt in Craig's mind at how Primal Peggerty was, she had asked for a lover. She had asked for a man and not an animal, not a mate. With her orgasm Craig continued to please her, to revel in the sensations of her releasing. Hands once again became soft, still firm in the contact with her body but without the insistence to drive her to spend. He heard her speak, her voice wavering and thick and he knew he could not deny that type of desire.<br/><br/>He crawled up her body, keeping contact with her skin at all times, his chest first to her legs, then pushing over her mons to her petite waist and belly. He paused long enough to give each nipple a kiss, not staying long enough to tease or play. His body's undulation across her ended with his arms to either side of her head, his face above hers, his manhood beckoning at the gates of her body.<br/><br/><em>So very beautiful...</em><br/><br/>His words were soft, spoken in a reverence that only can pass between two people in moments of freedom. He moved his hips, slowing opening her body. His cock pressed forward, not in a thrust, but a steady penetration of her womanhood. He did not rush, feeling her grip at him, pull his skin deeper inside her. He moved until he was buried and he waited. During this he leaned his head down, eyes closing at the overwhelming sensation that Peggerty caused, that they caused together. His breath quickened and a moan escaped his lips as he felt he could go no further.<br/><br/>His hips began a slow withdrawal that brought more sounds to his voice. His chest flushed and sweat appeared down his spine.  The movement complete he began again, setting a tempo painfully slow for both of them. For now it was right, Craig knew that it would change, and there was no race to get to that change. He leaned forward to kiss Peg as they began to learn even more about one another.