Deeper**

Her hands involuntarily reached his blue hair as he tightened his grip around her perfect back. His mouth was near her entrance now. She could feel his warm breath. His mouth was softly kissing her below.

She felt as if he was trying to comfort her. When she got used to his mouth on her, a wet, tantalizing, and soft thing suddenly entered her! Her eyes widened in surprise! She was clenching his hair tightly. And his hold, around her, tightened too.

At first, she wanted to separate his mouth from her privates, but soon, her hands, which were trying to separate him, started pulling his head instead. She felt heavenly. His tongue was more amazing than his fingers.

She wanted more of it. Of whatever he was doing to her. His hands were continuously and unconsciously playing with her roundness. And his tongue was busy exploring her insides. All along, they didn't speak to each other. But to them, a slight movement was enough to know what the other wanted.

As he was busy madly devouring her, he felt her grip tightening around his head. He instinctively started attacking a particular point again and again. Her entire body was trembling furiously.

"Ad…Adrian..ahh" Seductive moans and her ethereal voice reached him. He could feel her muscles tightening. He continued with his assault. And then, a sweetness washed her insides and made its way to his thirsty mouth.

Irrespective of the wetness, he continued to play with her. He wasn't satisfied, he wanted more. But he felt that her legs were losing strength. He reluctantly removed his tongue from her and started softly and gently kissing the opening of her cave.

She, at this time, was lingering between heaven and the beastland. Her consciousness was slipping slowly.

He raised his head and then stood up. She feebly leaned on his chest. His hands pulled her closer. Their breathing hitched. Both were heaving heavily. She thought that it was over for now. But to him, they were just getting started!

Making sure that she was better, he carried her to the bed. She felt a pool of dampness below her. It was very uncomfortable. But she couldn't forget the comfort it had brought to her before. She didn't know that such pleasure existed in this world.

The moment her back touched the soft bed, she felt another body hovering over her. Her eyes widened once again. She took in his face. His lips were glistening with her wetness, and in his eyes was something more than just passion. It was also possession. His blue eyes were as bright as twinkling stars.

Gazing deep into his eyes, she forgot all her nervousness. All she wanted was to drown in his eyes. A flame started consuming her. She wanted him. More than anything.

She touched his face with one hand and gripped his waist with another. He was cautiously looming over her right now. He didn't want to burden her with his entire weight. But she had no such apprehensions. She jerked him closer.

His momentum shifted, and he came crashing down on her. He wanted to move away, but her grip was too tight. He could have broken free, but he refused to. In her eyes, he saw passion. And all his reasons were set on fire once again.

He reached out and touched himself. Standing proudly, he was twitching fearlessly and wanted to be inside her. Now! She willingly opened her legs to welcome him. He touched her privates once again to make sure that she was ready and wouldn't hurt much.

He shifted and positioned himself in between her. He wanted to ravish her. But he controlled his impulses. He moved slowly, and his tip entered her cave.

She took a long breath at the contact. Her legs started shaking, and she closed her eyes. But he was different. He kept looking at her face as he moved closer and closer at a snail's pace. He was focused on her expressions. Just one frown and he would stop. He didn't want to harm her at all.

But all his preparations were in vain. She didn't mind his entrance. Their earlier intimacy made her more than ready for it. As he swiftly glided inside her, he found a thin membrane stopping his advances.

He kept looking at her. She hadn't said a word but was clenching the bed sheet tightly. She was nervous, and truthfully, so was he. He shifted once again, and his firm body held her firmly. His hands were trying to comfort and prepare her for what was about to come.

Sensing that her muscles were relaxing, he jerked forward inside her.

"Umm," A nasal, pain tangled voice escaped her throat. And tears started to wash her face. His fingers kept stroking her, and his mouth was continuously trying to devour her tears.

"Shhh, it will be fine." He softly whispered in her ears. He stayed still for a while. As her breathing stabilized, she opened her eyes. He was looking at her. On his face was worry, concern, and guilt.

She felt amused. It wasn't his fault. It was meant to happen. She nodded weakly at him. Taking her nod as an affirmation to move, he focused all his energy on moving lightly inside her.

Both were holding their breaths. Soon, the moves became free of pain, and pure pleasure filled their entire beings. He couldn't hold back any longer. In fact, he didn't want to hold back anymore. He started thumping deeper and deeper inside her. His force had made her unstable. So, she willingly wrapped her legs around his waist to gain some stability.

Her soft moans and his guttural voice filled the room. The thumping continued. There was no technique. They were both moving instinctively, and to his satisfaction, even she was moving her body to meet his violent moves.

Sweat covered their bodies. The heat had reached an unprecedented level, but it didn't bother them. His movements were driving her crazy.

Both were equally enamored in passion. After a few minutes, a strong sensation covered their senses. They could feel their stomachs twitching. And then, both came, at the same time.

They stopped for a moment to bask in the satisfaction. And then, he started moving again. Was she exhausted, yes? Did she want to continue? Also yes. So, both moved in harmony, enjoying each other's caresses. Their bodies followed a synchronized dance, and their eyes were filled with nothing but each other.

An entire night passed like that, with both of them dancing to the tunes of their passion. It was only near dawn that he stopped moving and took her to the bathroom to wash.

She was exhausted and didn't have the energy to lift even a finger. He reigned in his impulses and cleaned her thoroughly. Once washed clean, he put her on the bed and took a bath himself.

He, too, was exhausted. But the pleasure was more overpowering than his exhaustion. If given a chance, he could have gone at it again, but he looked at her sleeping quietly and dropped the idea. She needed rest.

He lay next to her, held her in a tight embrace, and soon, drifted into a satisfied sleep.