And she didn’t want it to ever end.

She wrapped her legs tighter around his slim hips, pushing back against his thrusts with increasing assertiveness and need. She reached up to tangle her hands in his long, silky hair and traced the lean, moving muscles of his back all the way down to his firm rear. She felt his hot breath against her throat as he let out a soft moan of approval, and then pressed his lips against her shoulder, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

The world was melting away around her, becoming increasingly unreal and unimportant, as the union of their bodies grew more and more intense. She was moving uninhibitedly against him now, no longer bothering with shyness or uncertainty – whatever she did was right, as long as it made that sweet tingling stronger. The slightly painful, stretchy feeling she’d experienced at the beginning was hardly even a memory anymore, and the feeling of him, long and hot and hard inside her, had turned from uncomfortable to incredible. She couldn’t understand how she could ever have been worried and hesitant about doing this.

His hands suddenly gripped her hard and pressed her even more tightly against his feverishly hot body. He pushed hard into her and pressed his sweaty forehead against her neck, and she actually felt him throb inside her as he came, making a short, choked sound in the back of his throat - But he didn’t stop.

Instead, he began pressing light, passionate kisses against her skin, running his tongue up the side of her throat and nibbling at her earlobe and shoulder. His hands were caressing every inch of available flesh, lingering to massage first her breasts, then her buttocks. His hands and tongue and lips and relentless thrusting made the tingling grow into a tension that just kept mounting, reaching heights she would never have believed herself capable of. She was whimpering softly with every push now – wishing as fervently for the tension to break as she wished for it to last and last and last – but finally, she reached her apex and managed only to draw a deep, shaky breath as all the tension released at once. Then his lips were on hers, smothering the cries that she couldn’t control as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed into her.

Only when the waves finally began to subside did she regain enough presence of mind to respond to his kiss, and she did so with all her heart and soul, trying to convey her pleasure, her feelings for him and her gratitude for this amazing experience all at once. The kiss lasted longer than her orgasm, and when it was over he collapsed exhaustedly against her, panting hard. Then he slowly, shakily snaked his arms in around her back and squeezed her weakly. Unexpectedly happy for this small, sweet gesture of comfort and care, she wrapped her arms around him too, relishing the simple joy of just holding and being held. She listened to the sounds of her own raspy breathing and the thundering of her heart in her own ears, realising with a flicker of satisfaction that she could feel his heartbeats as well, pocking softly against her chest.

Smiling, she threaded her fingers through his long, tangled hair and breathed in its scent.

“Oh god…” She whispered hoarsely. “Oh god… that was… oh god.” His arms tightened around her, and she felt him begin to nuzzle her neck gently. Her smile widened and she hugged him back.

“Oh, Judeau. I love you.”

As soon as the words were spoken, his lips were back, crushing against hers with a joy so intense that she could almost taste it. When he finally pulled back from it, she could see his eyes sparkle slightly in the dim darkness of the tent.

“You know, I don’t think I can ever get enough of hearing you say that,” he whispered huskily. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“So say it back, then, silly.”

She could hear the subtle little puff of breath that meant that his smile had widened considerably, and he slowly lowered his head to rest his forehead against hers.

“I love you, Caska,” he whispered with an undeniable sincerity that made her blood run hotter. “Always and forever. You’d better believe it.”

She tilted her head up and kissed him again – gently, sweetly, almost chastely – and he responded in kind. This moment of simple tenderness felt almost as good as the lovemaking had – only in a different way, of course. She sighed happily and rubbed her nose against his.

“Mmmm… I had no idea that it could be like that.”

“To be honest,” he whispered back, still smiling, “Neither did I.”

She pulled back a little, trying to get a good look at his face.

“You mean… that that was you first time, too?”

“Well… unfortunately not,” he sighed, regretfully. “I wish it had been you, my first time, but… this was definitely the best, ever. So, I didn’t hurt you, then?”

“It felt a little uncomfortable in the beginning, but that’s all. I actually expected it to be a lot more painful.” He leaned in as if to kiss her again, but she put her hand up and pressed it against his mouth.

“But don’t change the subject like that, Judeau,” she murmured teasingly, “Who was your first? I thought you said you’d always been in love with me.”

He sighed and straightened up a little, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

“Alright, fine. But believe me: love had nothing to do with it. Way back when, I happened to tell Corkus that I was turning fifteen, for some reason, and unfortunately he remembered. He and the guys took me out on a couple of bar rounds that night, and when I was nicely drunk they hauled me off to a brothel and bought me a girl. I was tremendously embarrassed at first, of course, but she was being really nice about it and… well… I was fifteen, tipsy, and in the same room as a… not unattractive, very lightly clothed and very willing woman.” He shrugged, saying nothing more. After a little while, she nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck again.

“Okay, yeah. I understand. I guess. I’ve just… never been in such a situation, so I don’t know what I would have done, myself.”

He slipped his arms in around her again and touched the tip of her nose with his own. She could hear the grin in his voice:

“Nothing including the woman, I hope.” He laughed quietly and pressed his hips against her, and she almost unconsciously rose up to meet him. He was still inside her, and she thought it felt as though he was growing harder again. “Not unless I could join in,” he hissed half jokingly, half seductively into her ear. She grabbed a good hold of both his ears and tried to give him a stern glare through the darkness.

“You wouldn’t dare… don’t even dare to think about another woman again, neither with nor without me. I am so sick and tired of not being good enough! You are mine, you understand? Only mine!” For emphasis, she pressed her hips up against him and kissed him hard on the mouth. He moaned, a beautiful sound of lust and pleasure that rippled satisfactorily along her nerves, and pressed back, succumbing happily into the kiss. When their mouths parted for a brief moment, he managed a hoarse, lustful whisper:

“Exactly how I want it.”

And the world began melting away once again.