He didn't say anything about them, and he assumed he would get used to them, but they were a little unusual. The didn't put him off though, they were just strange, and he focused on that moment when their bodies could finally touch and he could wrap his arms around her. On her hair that he could sink his fingers into, in that way that some men (at least human ones) were fascinated with long hair. On the feel of her mouth against his neck, then his mouth.
She was warm and she was beautiful, and trembling in his arms. That she was so vulnerable and eager sparked something in him, probably not his best trait but he wanted her all the more. A possessive streak, delighted that anything he does (even touching) was going to be a unique experience for her.
He picked her up and took her to the place where they had been resting, arms still around her almost comically as he laid them both down.
He was unwilling to stop kissing her, so he had to fit his hands between them. This time they were rough and greedy, rubbing over soft skin that was somehow unlike any he'd felt, squeezed her breast and lightly pinched her nipple. It wasn't taking him long to get hard, and knowing that her body was still new to her (and even if she wasn't quite ready for him entirely yet), he edged his knees between her odd ones to spread her legs further. So he could rub himself the rest of the way hard against her.
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He didn't say anything about them, and he assumed he would get used to them, but they were a little unusual. The didn't put him off though, they were just strange, and he focused on that moment when their bodies could finally touch and he could wrap his arms around her. On her hair that he could sink his fingers into, in that way that some men (at least human ones) were fascinated with long hair. On the feel of her mouth against his neck, then his mouth.
She was warm and she was beautiful, and trembling in his arms. That she was so vulnerable and eager sparked something in him, probably not his best trait but he wanted her all the more. A possessive streak, delighted that anything he does (even touching) was going to be a unique experience for her.
He picked her up and took her to the place where they had been resting, arms still around her almost comically as he laid them both down.
He was unwilling to stop kissing her, so he had to fit his hands between them. This time they were rough and greedy, rubbing over soft skin that was somehow unlike any he'd felt, squeezed her breast and lightly pinched her nipple. It wasn't taking him long to get hard, and knowing that her body was still new to her (and even if she wasn't quite ready for him entirely yet), he edged his knees between her odd ones to spread her legs further. So he could rub himself the rest of the way hard against her.