Raiva looked at Griffin atop her, his skin glistening in the moonlight with a small layer of sweat. His face was contorted into a pleading expression as he lifted her further onto the bed, with her torso raised from laying on the pillow, and sat towering over her on his knees, between her legs.

Her gaze shifted from his face, over his shoulders, down his chest and stomach, to his erection. His was hidden in his shadow, but somehow still imposing when she remembered how big it was to the touch.

He shifted his weight forwards onto one arm as he began sliding it into her, slowly, gently, while rocking back and forth. She could tell that even though he was careful, it was a practiced and almost precise endeavor on his behalf.

As he entered her, she arched her back from the sensation, gasping deeply, even though she was prepared. It was intense because of his size, and she had to prevent herself from stopping him out of reflex. He grasped her hand with his and together, they found a steady, intense rhythm.

The back and forth was almost sending her over the edge again by the time he was three-quarters of the way in, and his breathing became unstable with gasps from her jittery tightening of her muscles.

She was becoming more used to him now, being able to fully enjoy the sensation, seeming to fill her up entirely, though it was not painful like she had feared, it having been a while.

Her moans and his gasps, and a confusing mixture of heavy breathing and squelching sounds and rustling of fabric filled the room, making time both disappear and stand still.

He had stopped inching further in, and instead began thrusting as his desire began outweighing his attentiveness. His thrusts very long and rhythmical, accelerating very slowly but steadily.

Her mind was blurring from the pleasure and the steady, intensifying climaxes, but she felt almost insatiable from how good everything felt. She moved her hands to his back, trying to pull him further in, but he resisted, letting out a grunt in response.

Dissatisfied with his response, she twisted her hips, causing him to tilt his in response, enabling her to both pull away from him and mount him in one labored movement.

“Come,” she called breathlessly, crawling backwards off the bed on all fours.

As if in a trance he followed her moon-illuminated silhouette to the edge of the bed, lowering his legs to the floor, easily reaching it despite the bed’s height. There, she was waiting, standing in the nude, her muted red hair framing her pale skin, glistening, and a little shaky on her legs.

She put her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately once again, while slowly straddling him, ending up on his lap, with his cock still hard and throbbing against her. Without breaking away from him with her lips, she began raising and lowering herself against him, rubbing him against her, letting out small moans in pleasure.

His hands on her waist were tightening as he was seemingly holding himself back from something or other, though she was more than happy to oblige.

She broke away from the kiss, their breathing shallow and heavy, grabbing a hold of his member with one hand, and lowering herself onto him.

“Raiva,” he pleaded, moaning loudly when he entered her. His shaky voice and outbursts only fanned the flames in her, as she moaned along with him, losing herself to the heat and lust and yearning.

Imitating his technique from before, she rocked back and forth, though not nearly as patient, causing him to panic.

“No, Raiva, please- Oh, fuck- Wait-“

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Knowing that he was getting close, the lowered his hands to her backside, gasping in exhilaration as he squeezed her, helping lift her up and down.

“I want to cum with you Griffin,” she moaned into his ear, carefully but decisively thrusting herself down from the highest position, taking all of him in at once, grinding on him a little. It was even more intense than anticipation, as she cried out in delight from the sensation.

“Shit,” was all he could muster in response, as he helped her repeat this motion

Over and over, getting more aggressive, harder, and increasing the pace of the thrusts. He nearly lost it, looking at her moaning and bouncing up and down on his lap, her modestly sized breasts jumping from the motion and impact. Finally she leaned into him, holding him in her arms, as they wrapped around him tightly, signaling for him to finish with a whisper.

“It’s okay, Griffin.”

She felt him throb at her words.

Their moans became more intense as they kept going, hers muffled by her hands, his by his gritted teeth, as they both felt the other twitching and tightening, building and nearing the climax until they finally, intensely, almost convulsively came together, clasping onto each other.

They waited for their breaths to stabilize, and their bodies to stop shuddering from the wind-down, before Griffin leaned back to lie down on the bed, still inside Raiva, with her on top of him, laying across his chest, exhausted. He held onto her with one arm, pulling the two of them further onto the bed, where they both stayed, collapsed, breathing, holding onto each other, for several minutes.

Finally Raiva lifted herself up with some difficulty, sliding him out, and falling onto her back next to him, arms above her head, trying to lift her hair out from underneath her and away from her sweaty body. She gasped a little, feeling his hot semen, run out of her between her legs.

She looked at him, collecting her thoughts, when she saw him suddenly turn and look at her.

His eyes moved around her body with their intense stare, though it did not feel particularly uncomfortable to her.

“Beautiful,” he muttered in a hoarse voice, finally back into her eyes again.

She smiled, and twisted herself onto her side with some difficulty, propping her head up with her hand.

Running her fingers along his chest, she responded, “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”

He chuckled, too tired to find something clever in response.

“Do you need to wash up?” she asked, laying back on her back and noticing her sweat turning a little sticky.

“I suppose I do,” he replied, seemingly not having noticed.

“Do you want to sleep here for tonight?” she asked casually, stretching her arms out.

“Not tonight,” he said with a smile. “But I’ll share the water.”

“All right, then. Mind if I wash up first?”

She did not like bathing together, generally considering it her very private time.

“Not at all,” he groaned as she stretched his legs, sitting up to stay awake.

Not long after, she came back out from her washroom, her hair pinned up and wearing a fresh, green silk nightgown. It felt cool against her skin, after the warm bath.

Thank the lords for pipes.

She shivered, thinking about how warm baths were a luxury in her childhood, usually resulting in anyone from a common household taking their baths cold. It was not something one ever wanted to go back to.

To her mild surprise, he was still awake, standing naked by the window, looking out.

“I see the two-curtain system isn’t foolproof,” he commented to her, back to his expressionless manner, though his voice was much gentler.

She chuckled airily in return. “It helps if one remembers to draw them before taking their clothes off.”

“I see,” he countered simply, rubbing his neck lightly, before making his way to the washroom.

Raiva had barely finished brushing her hair when he was done.

He looked at her, sitting near a candle for light, when he averted his eyes again.

“I should return to my room,” he muttered.

She looked at him thoughtfully. Then she glanced down, causing her to smile again.

“I see.”

“Would you stay for just a little while? Just a few minutes.”

She got up and walked towards him, throwing her arms around his neck, looking up at him until he returned the gaze.

“I don’t mean anything by it, but would you hold me for a bit? Just to help me wind down.”

His face softened and he nodded, his lips curling into an almost imperceivable smile.

She removed her arms and grabbed his hand, guiding him back to her bed, blowing out the candle on her way there. They climbed into bed, Griffin holding her from behind.

She sighed contentedly.

“That was nice.”

“Yes.”

Neither said anything else, they simply laid there, feeling each others warmth, caressing each other lightly.

With just those words, and lack thereof, the two had defined their relationship. They enjoyed each others company, but neither needed nor desired more of the other.

After a while of winding down, Griffin withdrew his arm from around her and kissed her softly on her hair.

“Good night, Raiva.”

“Good night, Griffin.”

With that, the two parted, and she drifted easily into a blissful, dreamless sleep.