Richard, leaned in to kiss along her chest as the shirt came up and off. He knew they had time, and he intended on taking up all of it. One hand trailed along her thigh as his body basked in the closeness of her. Ache would be their word of the day, a culmination of feelings that lay dormant for too long, as if awaiting this very night. He fought his own greed and remembered to pay proper respect to the woman for letting him into her heart. He knew it for what it was, and it wasn’t a fuck session with some half drunk tourist. She was something complete…something whole. Even in the very moment of his entrance, he knew he would treat her like fragile glass.<br/><br/>He stared up at her as she ran her hands down his chest, settling his own hands along the small of her back, deep inside her shorts. He was happy to let her touch, to have her fingers play across his body. She tickled and aroused at the same time, and the feeling made him light-headed. He was drunk off of her, and it showed in his eyes. Now half lit, and feeling undeniably frisky, he slipped his fingers out of her shorts to slowly ease her on her back. It required a little shimmying, but his little laugh said it all. He was comfortable being foolish with her. Comfortable with her seeing the emotions that crossed his face. Lust, concern, and a level of care too early to call love but too deep to call anything else.<br/><br/>He studied her hair, spread out and flat against the bedroll, and then looked into her eyes. It was too dark to see the blue in them, too dark to get lost in anything but the fire in her eyes. He stole another kiss and sat back on his knees while he grabbed her shorts and pulled slowly. Once he got them off, he stood for a bit to make sure they were put in a safe place, and also remove his boxers. From there he stood, looking at her before he ran a hand through his hair “There…I like you naked” he said with a nod, before he moved back on top of her. His hand absently pulled the sleeping bag closer to them as their bodies joined. His rigid shaft pressed against her sex as he grinded against her.<br/><br/>As he lay against her, one hand held onto her toned thigh while the other one propped him up some. He whispered “Tell me…” and waited. He wanted to make sure that she was ready, because if he felt any more ready, he’d start to split at the seams.<br/>