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Butterflies danced through Taimu's stomach. Her heart fluttered rabbit-quick beneath her ribs, the sound of her pulse in her ears unreasonably loud. Heat seared through her cheeks so strongly she worried it would permanently stain her skin with her nervousness.
It was silly, really. She'd faced down primals and Ascians and gods. But staring at Erichthonios, knowing they were going to... It was more nerve-wracking than any fight she'd ever been in.
Her hands fluttered uselessly, fidgeting down at her sides, and she forced them still, drawing in a deep breath. She could do this. She wanted to do this. They'd talked about this time and again, they'd decided on it together. She loved Erichthonios, more than she could express. She wanted this. It was just... new. And new was scary. A little bit, at least.
Gentle fingers carded through Taimu's hair, startling her from the swirling vortex of her thoughts. She looked up to find Erich watching her, his crimson gaze brimming with warmth and compassion. "Hey, it's alright," he soothed. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"No, I do. Want to. I'm just..." -one corner of her mouth crooked into an almost-smile, an awkward little laugh escaping her- "nervous."
"Would you believe me if I said I was too?"
Staring up into those earnest red eyes, she did. Of course she did. Every moment of their relationship had been nerves and fluster and joy. Of course that's exactly what this would be too. She could see it in his gaze, in the hovering uncertainty that lay hidden beneath the affection, in the way his lip tucked under his teeth. Could feel it in the faint quiver of his fingers, and hear it in the rapid beat of his heart, a too-quick thrum that fluttered in time with her own. This would be his first time as well as hers. Of course he was as nervous as she was. Nervous - but excited too.
It made it easier, to know that he was anxious too. She let out a breath, the tight band of tension around her ribs easing, if only a hair. If he stood with her, there was nothing Taimu couldn't do.
Nothing except strip down naked, apparently. She toyed with the hem of her shirt, fingers fidgeting with the fabric instead of tugging it over her head like she'd intended. Heat rose to flame through her cheeks once more. No, she couldn't do it. It was too awkward. She couldn't bear to stand there and strip down while he watched her, with his gaze so intent on her skin. That gaze made her feel exposed even with her clothes on - just how much more embarrassing would it be when she was naked beneath his scrutiny. No way.
"Would it help if I went first?" Erich's voice, smooth and sweet.
Yes. No. Maybe. He sounded far calmer than she felt, but the faint tremor to his voice gave away his nerves. But he was trying, anything he could offer to make her feel more at ease. It was only fair she do the same. "What if we did it together?"
Erich smiled at her, a hint of relief shading the warm caress of his gaze. "Alright. Together."
It was a kindness when Erichthonios dropped her gaze, even if it was driven by the same nerves that sparked her relief. He caught his lip between his teeth, chewing awkwardly on it as he fingered the fabric of his top. "On three?" She nodded, eyes darting up to his face and then away, back down to watch her own thumbs fidget with her hem. Erich blew out a breath, gathering his courage, and then: "One. Two. Three!"
Butterflies fluttered in Taimu's stomach, but her shirt fell away, tugged up and over her head in one less-than-smooth motion. She held it awkwardly for a moment, not quite sure what to do with it, before just letting it drop from her fingers to land in a heap on the floor. Her foot itched to toe at it nervously, and she squelched the urge as she slipped free of her shorts and then her smallclothes until she was left totally bare. Naked in front of a man for the first time. And not just any man. In front of Erichthonios. She couldn't bring herself to look up from the floor, fighting the urge to cover herself. The point was to let him see. So she held her hands down by her sides and let him look, hoping desperately that he'd like what he saw.
A soft sound drew her head up, worry swirling through her gut. But it wasn't rejection or distaste that spread over his face when she lifted her eyes, but wonder. High spots of color burned bright on his cheeks - deep enough to show even through his dark complexion. "Looking" wasn't quite the word for what he did; he marveled at her, drinking in every ilm of skin she allowed him to see. He gazed at her like she was a goddess, and with the reverence that shone in his face, she could almost believe it. The flutter of embarrassment beneath her breast turned into a different kind of fluster, her self-consciousness melting away even as his eyes sank down along her body, down to parts of her she'd never shared with anyone before.
She could feel his eyes on her skin, like fingers dragged over her body. Trailing over her collar bones, the hollow of her throat, down to the soft swell of her breasts. His gaze lingered there, tracing their curves, and the awe in his face put to rest any worries she might have had over their adequacy. Longing simmered in his eyes as they caressed over her nipples, and the soft pink peaks drew up under his attention, warmth spilling through her everywhere his gaze touched. It pooled in her core, and when his eyes trailed lower, her body tightened in a way she'd never felt before. Eager and nervous and aroused.
Like a palm brushed down her ribs, his eyes drifted down, along the soft lines of her stomach and the narrow sweep of her waist. Down to the curve of her hip, the color that stained his cheeks spreading out along his ears as his eyes caught on the cleft between her thighs. Not so much as a shadow of dark hair remained there to hide her, and Taimu's fingers twitched, itching to reach forward and cover herself. She forced herself still, determined to let him see everything.
Erich swallowed hard, dragging his eyes away from her core and down the slender curve of her thighs, over the slope of her knees and the sweep of her calves, all the way down to her fidgeting toes. He drank her in like she was all that held him together, and her body seemed to burn where he stared. No ilm of skin escaped his gaze: every scar and imperfection, every freckle and stray hair: he saw them all, and he loved each and every one.
What could she do but offer him the same? He was worthy of every bit as much marvel as he showed her- more. More than words could express or her body contain, her tongue tangled in her mouth as she gazed at him in return. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, the red staining her cheeks taking on a sweeter tone. He was beautiful.
No, he was always beautiful, even in the shapeless robes the Ancients wore, even with his brow furrowed in concentration or with cookie crumbs spread across his cheeks. Like this, he was radiant. Taimu couldn't help but stare, captivated by the smooth expanse of dark skin, bared just for her. Her fingers itched, not to cover herself, but to reach out and touch him. She yearned to brush her hand down his side and feel the subtle roll of muscle beneath her fingers. Every line of his body seemed an invitation, like a painting awaiting its artist’s brush. Her eyes traced his figure instead, immortalizing it in her memory. The sharp rise of his collarbones, the gentle slope of his chest, the light smattering of bright hair fanning along his sternum. The dark tease of his nipples. Her gaze caught there and lingered. What would they feel like beneath her fingers? Would they be as soft as her own, squishing beneath her touch? If she rolled them between her fingers, would they stiffen into peaks? Pebbled and hard, a texture so unlike any she'd felt from his body before. Would his breath catch when she did it?
Her lip rolled into her mouth, teeth worrying at it as she dragged her eyes down, away from the enticement of his nipples to run along the narrow cinch of his waist instead and down along the strong muscles of his legs. Avoiding the one spot she was most anxious to see. Curiosity gnawed at her, fluttering along the edges of her stomach and catching in her throat in a tangled lump of nerves and excitement and desire.
She was helpless to resist. She let her eyes drift down, along the bright orange trail of hair below Erich's naval. Lower. Down to where she'd never dared to look before.
A bed of fiery orange surrounded it, low curls trimmed too short to hide what stood in their midst. (Did he always trim them down? Or had he done that for her sake?) And nestled within them....
He was... bigger than she'd expected. Thicker. It rose from between his legs, half swollen already and stiffening further as she watched, it's reddened tip taut and shining where it peeked through the dark skin that surrounded it. It throbbed with desire, the velvety skin that collared it rolling back with each thrum of his heart to reveal the graceful curve of his tip, and lower, the rounded ridge that encircled it. Such a unique texture it looked to have. She could maybe understand why someone might want to… play with it. To touch it. To... lick it? That was a thing people did, right?
She wet her lips, unable to look away from the proud jut of his manhood. The slit at the very end beaded with clear fluid, and she tried very hard not to think about what else dripped from there. Not when she'd just been thinking that it might be interesting to feel it against her tongue. No, that was- no. Not, uh. Somehow, she didn't think she was ready for that. It seemed so... intimate. Odd. Intriguing.
How something so long and thick was supposed to fit inside her, she didn't know. That shining tip was wide, and the rest was no less impressive, if she allowed herself to use such a word. Granted, she had little reference point, but were they always so long and thick? It was strange, but she couldn't help but think it was kind of... beautiful.
Erichthonios's hands fluttered at his sides, fingers twitching with the urge to cover himself, but he let her look, let her drink her fill as she had allowed him. And he watched her in return, that same glorious wonder shining on his face as he stared back at her. She could only hope her own expression conveyed her thoughts so clearly.
"Can I touch you?" Erich's voice, breathy and low, cut through the quiet.
Lip caught between her teeth and her voice caught in her throat, Taimu nodded. She forced her eyes up, watching his face as he stepped into her, his hand rising to land on her waist. An innocuous touch, to start. No different than any time his arms had wrapped around her, but for the fact that there was no fabric to keep her from feeling the caress of his palm on her bare skin. Then he moved, sliding his hand not down, like she'd expected, to find the prize that awaited him between her legs, but up. His hand cupped her breast, sliding gently along the underside of it. Feeling the weight of it in his palm. It was- nice, to have him touch her like that. Unexpectedly so. Her skin was sensitive, goose flesh rising in the wake of his fingers, and she was hyper aware of every place his hand brushed. His fingers curved into her skin, squeezing lightly, his touch impossibly gentle. Her breast squished between his fingers, filling out his palm, and he let out an awed breath. "It's so soft."
His thumb stretched to drag across her nipple, and a jolt of arousal shot through her at the contact, as if it's pinkened tip was connected straight to her core. Her blush burned hotter, searing across her skin. She hoped he hadn't noticed how strongly that one touch had affected her. She hoped he had, if only so that he'd do it again.
Her own hands rose to stroke down his back, feeling the roll of muscle beneath under his skin. She let them wander, roaming over his shoulders and down the valley of his spine, feeling each notch beneath her fingers. Her hands settled on his lower back, fingers dancing along the line of his hips. Hesitating. Unsure of her welcome.
"You can... If you want," Erich offered bashfully, ducking his head. It didn't hide the redness tinting his ears.
She did. Her hands sank lower, breaking that imaginary barrier of propriety to run along his backside, squeezing at its plush swell. It squished beneath her hands, soft and pliant. Erich's hands drifted from her breasts, tracing over her ribs and around to run down her back as well.
A gentle tug pulled her into his arms. He wrapped her in his embrace, pulling her tight against him, and it was different, with nothing between them to separate them. Her naked breasts pressed into his chest, the stiffened tips of her nipples sensitive where they brushed against his skin. She could feel the hard dig of his manhood against her hip, could feel every throb of his pulse running through it. It was awkward and weird, to have that trapped between them, to feel the full evidence of his arousal tucked against her, where she couldn't ignore it no matter how hard she tried, but... This was nice. To have his skin pressed against hers, his arms tight around her. She felt closer to him than she ever had before. And soon they'd be closer still...
He tipped her chin up, bending to catch her lips with his own. She returned his kiss with every bit of eagerness that thrummed through her veins. There was nervousness there too, she could taste it on his tongue as he could no doubt taste it on hers, but kissing him was easy. Comfortable. She let her tongue brush along his, let him in to caress through her mouth, and for a moment, the rest of it all fell away.
Until Erich pulled back and tugged gently at her waist. "Here." A nudge, towards the bed. "So we can maybe be more comfortable."
That awkwardness returned as they tried to get situated, neither of them really sure where their limbs belonged or how to go about this. Were they just supposed to start? Taimu supposed that she should be on her back. That was how it was usually done, right?
Swallowing down her nerves, she shimmied into the center of the bed, moving carefully to keep herself covered. But wait, that was silly, wasn't it? If they were going to do... it, he was going to have to see. She didn't really need to be worrying about her modesty when he was about to stick his... Well. With a deep breath to gather her courage, she let her legs fall open. Let him see her. All of her.
Erich's eyes darted away, as if a breeze had lifted her skirt rather than a fully conscious decision to expose herself to him. Polite to a fault, even now. Even so, he could not hide the way his manhood throbbed to have caught even a glimpse of her. Slowly, his eyes drifted back - hesitant at first, like he wasn't sure if he should look. Crimson eyes swept over her thighs, along the swell of her hip. Settled between her legs, his lips parting as he stared. Enthralled. She felt the weight of his gaze slip along the curve of her lips, drinking in the gathering wetness that dripped from her to cling to her folds. Then up, dragging along her entrance to the reddened bud that sat above, peeking out from beneath its hood. It throbbed as he gazed at it, heat rushing in both directions to flood her face and her core at the same time. Between Erichthonios's legs, his own arousal throbbed in return, desire rising to heat his scarlet gaze.
His tongue swept out to wet his lips, his eyes flicking up from the sweet apex of Taimu's thighs to focus on her face. "Can I... touch?"
Taimu swallowed. Her voice failed her, caught in the back of her throat and tangled with the thrum of her heart. But she nodded, a shaky jerk of her chin.
It was almost a relief when his eyes drifted back down to land between her legs once more. The urge to cover herself rose, though she wasn't sure where her hands wanted to go: up to hide her face, or down between her legs. There was just such wonder in his gaze, marvelling at her as if her folds were something beautiful. He watched her with the same reverence he'd worn to take in the rest of her body, but there was something else there too: a hunger, flickering in the back of his heated eyes. It made her stomach flip with nerves - and her core ache with want.
He let out a soft breath as he drew closer, the bed creaking with the shifting of his weight. He lifted a hand to touch, but he didn't go right for the sweet spot between her thighs, as she'd expected him too. Instead, his fingers caressed over the soft skin of her leg, trailing up from her knee and along the ticklish flesh of her inner thigh. Her skin was sensitive there, unused to the touch of another, and she fought not to squirm as his hand trailed up to the crease of her hip, tracing along her groin. He circled in, hesitant, brushing along her pelvis, down to the smooth patch above her folds, freshly shaven just for today. He hesitated there, looking down at her to gauge her reaction.
When she didn't protest, he sank lower, exploring. A single fingertip brushed along the outer edge of her lip, a tickling touch. A giggle bubbled up and she choked it down, forcing herself still as his fingers drifted in, between, dipping into the crease to stroke along her entrance. Feeling the wetness there, her arousal undeniable despite her nerves. He gathered it on his fingers, sliding them up to graze against her clit, slicked by her own fluids.
She jerked at that, even so simple a touch sparking pleasure up her nerves. Erichthonios's eyes met hers again, marvelling at her reaction. She looked so sweet like that, eyes wide and her back arched, hey lips parted ever so slightly around the hitched gasp of her breath. Her blush spilled from her cheeks down the white column of her throat to fan over her chest, an enticing spread of color that made him want to kiss everywhere it touched. Below, her breasts shook in time with her uneven breathing, her nipples tightening into hardened peaks. Her hips shifted below the pads of his fingers, trying to brush up against him in an unwitting plea for more.
She was enthralling, every motion intoxicating to watch. What other reactions might he be able to draw from her? He ran his fingers over that sensitive bud again, more purposefully this time, just to watch the way she writhed beneath him, shivering in the sheets. Beautiful. His thumb swept down to stroke along her lip, sinking in just enough to spread her open for him. He watched the way her entrance flexed, so pink and wet with her fluids, fluttering like it yearned for him. He licked at his lips, eyes sliding up her body. She'd said he could touch her. Surely she wouldn't mind if he...
He lowered his head, his tongue sliding out to drag along her folds. Tasting her. Taimu gasped, her body lurching as she made to scramble away. "What are you-!"
Her exclamation cut off as pleasure burst through her, arcing from her core to sear along her nerves. His tongue caressed over her most sensitive parts, small, pointed flicks that sent jolts of bliss coursing through her. Then lower, rolling along her slit to gather the taste of her on his tongue, a low, indulgent sound slipping from him as though he feasted on some unthinkable delicacy rather than her flesh. It was hot against her, slick and wet in a way she'd never felt before, stroking along her lips, up over her clit, back down to lap at her juices. He explored her with his mouth, slow and thorough, watching the way she writhed below him, unable to contain the little gasps and half-formed mewls that spilled from her lips. He ignored the urge to dip his tongue inside her and feel her heat clenching tight around him. Not now, not yet. Later, he'd allow himself that indulgence.
For now, he cared only for her pleasure, and the beautiful picture she painted for him and him alone. The sight of her spread out before him and flushed with passion would be seared into his mind for the rest of his years, of that he had no doubt. He watched her, drinking in every new expression that crossed her face as he lapped at her. There was so much of her he had yet to see - if she let him, he'd spend the rest of his existence working to draw it out, pleasuring her time and again until he knew her every twitch and gasp by heart.
And even if his motions were clumsy and inexpert, to Taimu they felt incredible. They were both new to this, after all, learning each other's bodies for the first time together. It was heavenly.
And embarrassing. She couldn't help but cover her face, hiding from that seeking gaze that burned into her, crimson eyes watching her every reaction. She must look so ridiculous, writhing uncontrollably and unable to contain her moans. It was too much, to feel his gaze on her - to feel his tongue on her. How could he look at her with such adoration when she was such mess, how could he-
Fingers curled around her wrist, easing her hand from her face. "Please. You look so beautiful. Will you let me see?"
The heat that burned through her face and her core both threatened to ignite and burn her up right then and there, but she obeyed, lowering her arms from her face to let him look. His heated gaze caught hers and held it, pinning her there as he drank her in. "Beautiful," he repeated, scarcely more than a breath from his lips.
When he lowered his head again to bury his face between her thighs, he held her eyes, that passion within them searing through her. She couldn't look away, even as he dragged his tongue over her sweet spot, circling her with the very tip until she wanted to beg him for more. "Please," she gasped, not quite sure what it was she was begging for.
But he knew. His fingers tightened against her thighs, his eyes drifting closed as he redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking at her clit. Pleasure coiled through her belly, low and building into something more, something that promised to spill over into a crescendo unlike anything she'd felt before. Her legs quivered around Erich's body, her fingers curling in the sheets. Her head tipped back to spill white streaked hair over the pillow, desperate little sounds escaping between her parted lips. She rocked up against him, her inhibitions slipping away as she lost herself in the sensations he poured over her, chasing that golden horizon that seemed just within reach. She trembled there, at the edge of the unknown for one lingering moment.
And then Erich's tongue hit that perfect spot, and she tumbled over the edge. Her breath caught, her body tensing. Pleasure burst through her, rushing along her nerves to sweep away her senses. "Ah, Erich!" she gasped, her fingers clutching at his shoulders, scrabbling against his skin as though she might truly be carried away if she didn't cling to something. It was electric, unlike anything she'd ever felt on her own, and throughout it all, Erich was there, his sweet tongue guiding her through her release.
Only when she collapsed back into the sheets did he ease up, licking his lips of her juices. They shimmered against his chin, moist and embarrassing, but for the moment she didn't have the strength to care. And then he wiped his face clean on the back of his hand and shot her a shy smile. "Was that alright?"
"That was- Yes. Better than alright." Her motions were ungainly as she rose to her knees, her legs still unsteady beneath her. "I want to... to touch you too. I want to make you feel good. Can I...?"
At his nod, she reached for him. Her fingers brushed along the length of his manhood, tentative and exploratory. It was hot - far hotter than she'd imagined, and hard too. Well, she'd known it would be hard, but to feel it beneath her fingers... Gently, she fondled him, marvelling at how smooth he was, like velvet stretched over steel. Surely it must be painful, to be so hard and unfulfilled. It throbbed at her touch, arching from his body to press more firmly into her hand - an involuntary response, judging by the chagrined look that flashed across his face. It lasted only a second before it smoothed out into one of passion, his breath shuddering from his lips as she wrapped her fingers awkwardly around it and stroked.
His hand closed around hers, gentle but firm as he directed her grip. "Like this." She let him guide her, showing her how to touch him properly, demonstrating through his hand on hers what felt good and what didn't. But he let her take the lead, content to accept whatever pace she chose and not demanding any more from her than she was willing to offer.
A part of her itched to lean forward and take it into her mouth, to pleasure him with her tongue like he had done for her, but she couldn't quite bring herself to do it. Some day. Some day she would return the favor and learn what he felt like on her tongue. For now, she focused on the feeling of him beneath her hand and the way his hips rocked subtly into her.
Passion softened his face, hazing his gaze and drawing his brows up in need. She watched him as he had watched her, and if he'd seen in her what she saw now in him, she could understand why he'd looked upon her with such reverence that it bordered on worship. He was divine, lost in the feeling of her hand on him and eager for more.
He leaned in, capturing her lips with his own. She could taste herself on his tongue, pungent and not strictly pleasant, but it wasn't quite as off-putting as she'd expected. There was something thrilling about knowing he tasted of her, and she kissed him back, letting her tongue tangle with his.
Their limbs tangled too as he leaned her back, nestling her gently into the sheets. The bed shifted beneath his weight as he moved to kneel between her legs, the heavy weight of his manhood brushing against her pelvis. Her breath caught, nerves rising to swallow her, and he pulled back, red hair falling into his face as he looked down at her. His eyes were kind on her, his gaze gentle. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready. I don't want to do anything you don't want to."
Taimu squirmed under the weight of his gaze, shifting awkwardly beneath him. His manhood dragged against her stomach with the motion, a streak of wetness smeared over her skin where it touched. She caught her lip between her teeth, worrying at it. She wanted to be ready. She really, really did. But... She wasn't. It felt silly, after all the time they'd spent talking about it and planning for it. She wanted to do this for him. With him. She wanted him to be her first, her only. But now that the moment was finally here... "I'm sorry," she said, burying her face in his neck. Her arms went around him, holding tight to him.
"Hey," he soothed. His fingers brushed through her hair. "You've got nothing to be sorry for. I don't mind. I'd much rather you be comfortable than that I do something you don't want me to do."
Guilt gnawed at her. It seemed cruel of her, to get so close and then refuse him at the last minute when he clearly wanted it so badly. She believed him, of course. He wouldn't lie to her about that; if he said he didn't mind, he didn't mind. But still. Maybe there was something... "Is there... Is there something else I can do for you? I want to make you feel good too." Maybe she could try to put him in her mouth, at least a little bit...
Erichthonios hesitated, drawing back enough to look at her. His gaze was seeking, and though desire still shaded his eyes, it was secondary to the compassion and sincerity that filled them. "Would you really be okay with that?"
He was relieved when she paused, granting the question the consideration it deserved, and when she nodded, he knew it was not guilt or obligation that drove her to agree. "I... I want to feel you close to me. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. In whatever way I can, right now. So if there's something else we can do, then... I want to."
His manhood throbbed against her stomach as his gaze drifted down, not to center on her sex but on the smooth curve of her thigh. "What if... What if I were to use your thighs instead?" he suggested tentatively, glancing up at her through the red sweep of his lashes.
"My thighs?"
"If you were to hold them together for me, I could thrust between them - not into you, to be sure! But... It would still be intimate, as if I was. Would that... be okay?"
She hadn't ever thought of her legs as something you could thrust into, but... "I'd be okay with that, I think. If you want to."
Still he hesitated a moment longer. "If you change your mind and you want me to stop, just tell me and I'll stop. Right away. No matter how good I feel."
"I will," she promised.
Erich's breath shuddered out of him, his hand flexing on her thigh. Trying to suppress the eagerness that thrummed through him. He wanted her to feel comfortable, more than anything else, but stars above did he want this. "Okay."
He rose to his knees, guiding her to draw her legs together. That need was heavy in his eyes once more as he dragged them along the seam of her thighs and down to her slit. She flushed. Somehow, this position felt even more exposed than having her legs spread wide for him.
The bed shifted as Erichthonios drew closer, one arm wrapping tight around her legs to press them into his chest. Wetness brushed along the back of her thigh where his manhood grazed against her. He sank a hand between them, holding himself by the base to guide himself between her thighs.
The thick head of his member pressed between them, hot and hard. Slowly, his hips pushed forward in an effort to sink himself into the soft space between her thighs. But even with the moisture that seeped from his tip, it wasn't enough to make up for the dry tug of skin on skin, more friction than glide. He winced, pulling back. That clearly wasn't going to work. He needed something to slick her thighs - or himself, but he definitely wasn't going to ask her to do that. Maybe if he were to lick them...
Taimu's voice cut into his thoughts, hesitant but strong. "What if you... used some of my... wetness?" she suggested. "Just to spread on yourself. That'd keep it from hurting, right?"
"If you're alright with that." His fingers brushed against her opening, feeling the moisture that still dripped from her. "I won't put them in, I promise." At her nod, he drew his fingers along her folds, gathering her juices to smear into himself. Even that felt heavenly: the slick glide of his hand over his shaft, knowing it was her fluids that coated him...
He let go before he lost sight of his true desires, shifting back into position behind her legs. This time when he pressed between them, it felt incredible. She held her thighs tight around him, and her skin seemed to cling to him, so impossibly warm and softer than he could have imagined. Far better than anything he'd experienced on his own. If simply thrusting between her thighs felt this good, he couldn't even fathom what it would be like to sink into her probably, to feel her writhing and flexing around him. To bring her pleasure as he sought his own. Heavens, he wanted that.
He hugged her thighs tighter to his chest, his hips rocking more quickly against her. The quiet shush of his skin on hers twined with the panting of his breath to fill Taimu’s ears, an uneven rhythm. Bliss spilled across his features, his heavy-lidded eyes clouded by lust and love as they roved her body, drinking her in. She watched him as he had watched her, warmth flooding her chest to see him so overcome. His eyes drifting shut for just a moment before he forced them back open, determined to keep them on her as pleasure mounted in his gut. His lips parted around his breath, his panting growing more erratic with each motion of his hips. He twisted to press a kiss into her ankle, lips grazing along the arch of her foot, against her toe. Soft and reverent, pleasure swirling through his veins. Holding her close as he buried himself between her thighs.
"Taimu..." he moaned, as low and rough as she'd ever heard him. He sank himself deep against her, his body pressed flush to hers as a shudder rippled through him.
The hot pulse of something wet between her thighs. It dripped down her skin to pool on her stomach, sticky and warm, spurting from him as he spilled himself between her legs. She scarcely noticed, too busy watching the way his face twisted in bliss, his mouth open around the breathless prayer of her name. Gods, to see him lose himself in her, to find his pleasure with her body and to hear her name on his lips as it overcame him... She wanted to hold him close and kiss him as he came, wanted to see what other faces he might make. Next time, maybe.
Too quickly it was over, leaving him trembling and spent against her. He drew back, his expression melting into one of weary contentment. "That was... Thank you." His gaze caught on the mess he had made of her skin, and his ears reddened. "Ah, sorry! Just a second, let me clean you up. I didn't expect it to go quite so far. Or be quite so... much." He scrambled to find something to wipe her down with, settling on the edge of his own discarded shirt. It was rough against her sensitive skin, but he was gentle as he mopped up her belly and thighs.
When they were both as clean as they could be without rising to take a bath, he settled down beside her, drawing her into his arms and cuddling her close. The steady beat of his heart thrummed beneath her ear, a comforting rhythm that helped soothe the lingering nerves that swirled through her stomach. Even so, she couldn’t help but break the silence. "I'm sorry I wasn't ready."
Erich hugged her closer, his fingers stroking through her hair. "Don't be. I'm just happy you told me. I never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable. I'd never have forgiven myself if we went through with it when you didn't want to." He twisted to press a kiss into her crown. "But I'm grateful to have gotten to see as much of you as I did. Every last ilm of you is beautiful. Thank you for trusting me enough to show me."
Color rose once more to stain Taimu's cheeks, and she shifted in embarrassment, burying her face in his chest. But... He deserved to know how much she appreciated him in return. "You're beautiful too," she murmured into his skin. "Thank you for understanding. And for.... everything." She hadn't been ready today, but some day she would be. And when she was, she knew Erichthonios would be waiting for her.