It did not take long of the mutual fondling and petting to push Wrynn to seeking more and Guievera showed him no signs of telling him to stop anytime soon. A groan left his lips, there was far to much pressure on the slippery crown for him to handle for long. When he had enough he retreated his hands from her legs to force her to sit up before attempting to guide her down on his aching dick.<br/>"No more games Guinevera..."<br/>He hissed lowly into her back as he let her keep a grip on him to guide her towards her waiting pussy. The very first contact of the thick cock head against her body nearly had him dragging her down to impale her onto him but he hadn't done it...yet. Holding her steady with his hand he intended on making her sit on him and force her to ride him against the edge of the bed still caught in his fantasies but slowly realizing that she was not his wife, when he said her name it should have been evident enough. Uther was desperately waiting for it, the sensation of burying himself deep inside of her at last!