"I Just...just want...you to stay with me," Craig was doing well, but growing more distracted with each touch. The woman beside him, so soft to the touch, skin milk smooth save for the wounds of her battles. She was also made of iron, all covered but there, real, and when she wanted he could feel the want.<br/><br/>Craig felt his body respond to every trace of her finger, every touch as she began to move. The sheet slowly was lowered and bunched about his legs, He felt her breath drawing lower and lower, all the down his legs. He felt her hair run against his skin, her touch soft, but commanding. He had closed his eyes, laid back and enjoyed the sensation of peg learning more about him.<br/><br/>When she made it back up, when took hold and possessed him he bit his lip even as a tight moan left his mouth. he felt his legs tense and back arched just a little. Groans escaped as she took him within her mouth, and she slowly paid an attention that had been so frantic when they first met. The tempo, the slow and languid strokes flushed his body and he grew full under her touch, inside her as she suckled and teased him.<br/><br/>"God Peg.... tell me what...what you have planned, if not, swing... bring me you body... god that...," his words cut off in a moan that rose in volume as she took him again with her mouth instead of tongue. He may have been her announced mate, but right now, he was a willing servant.