Cait could feel his worry lessen and she smiled. "I love you," she whispered. "I always will."
She traced lightly along his chest with the tips of her fingers.
He sighs softly, contentedly, shifting and letting her move her hand as she likes, savoring the feel of the contact.
"I love you too. Always."
Cait smiled and reached over to take his hand with hers. She brought his arm across his body and put his hand on the curve of her hip. He was allowed and encouraged to touch her.
She put hers on his hip and then kissed him again. She had spent nights sleeping in his arms, but tonight was different. Tonight was special and she savored the feel of his body.
Another brief spike, but this, too, dies down when he gets her reassurance. His hand roams over the curve of her hip, then up her side. He's never felt her like this - well, with anything but his mustache... which this is definitely a different situation. Thank goodness.
He kisses her harder, shifting to press against her more.
Cait groaned a little at the feel of his body pressing up against her. It felt exquisite and she wasn't shy about letting him know how it felt over their link.
Cait decided to be a little daring and moved her hand from his hip around to his backside for a small grope.
The physical feel of her is amazing, but nothing compared to the feel of her mind right now over their link. The shift of her hand is a surprise, but emboldens him enough to cautiously move a hand to one breast.
Cait groaned at the feel of his hand on her breast and let him know how good it felt. It sent little shocks of electricity through her. Her hand traced lightly over the curve of his ass and to his lower back. It pressed against him, bringing their bodies closer.
He presses more tightly to her, trying to stay relaxed and just enjoy the intimacy. Her pleasure and comfort does make it easier, though he still pauses here and there, taking reassurance from her signals and reminding himself that everything is still alright.
His grip tightens a little, caressing her breast, stroking his thumb over her nipple, very gently, tentatively at first, then a bit harder.
Cait groaned at the firmer touch. "That feels good," she mumbled against his lips. Even though she didn't have to tell him because he knew how it felt to her through their link.
I... want to make you happy. So if... if there's anything you want... I don't... well, you know I don't have any experience. he replies across the link, a little self-conscious, but reassured that she's reacting well. He gently nudges the pleasure centers in her brain telepathically, even as he warms his hand up, focusing on stimulating the nerves his hand moves across as much as possible - science is somehow easier to think about and avoid nervousness than realizing he's actually sort of having sex.
Just being with you makes me happy. Everything else is a bonus. I don't have any experience either, but I think I... Heat rose in her cheeks as she thought about what she wanted. Instead of telling him, she sent him a mental image.
His brain skips a couple beats, his hands tremble a little, losing their steady grip, and he forgets he doesn't need to breathe. It takes a little bit of guidance to settle back down - but its natural enough, right?
I... like that thought. You sure you're ready?
I am, she assured him. Are you ready? If not we can wait.
I think... I think so.
There's a rush of unbidden thoughts over their link as he considers it, while he tries, unnecessarily, to catch his breath.
Steeling himself, he kisses her one more time, then rolls onto his back, drawing her with him, on top of him, trying to just focus on how beautiful she is right now, and how much he loves every second with her.
Cait looked down at him and smiled. "I love you." She leaned over and kissed him, her hair falling around them creating a curtain of blond which blocked out the rest of the world.
Cait lifted up a bit and positioned herself over his erection and slowly started to take him inside.
He groans, holding still, as if unsure quite what to do, before his brain catches up a little, and he shifts up, rising to meet her, trying to be gentle, even as his hands shift up to rest on her hips.
Cait's body stiffened at slight uncomfortableness and was still for a moment while her body adjusted. Then pain spiked. She cried out and her vision blurred with tears.
There is very nearly a moment of panic. He's hurting her, is something wrong? A lot of thoughts flood to the surface, none of them good. Somewhere, he recalls this as a normal circumstance of physiology, but right now, he's feeling that she's hurt, he can see the tears in her eyes. His hands, still resting on her hips, begin to shake, and his eyes start to lose their color and focus at once.
The pain started to fade and Cait took a deep breath. She looked down at Ty and saw his eyes. "I'm okay, my love," she said as she put a hand on his cheek. "It's a normal thing." At least according to her mother. Mera had been quite detailed about things when they had The Talk.
There's a long pause, and he continues to breathe. This is obviously going to take some effort, but her clarity helps his, with how tightly they're linked, and the shaking stops.
"Ok, I'm still sorry for hurting you."
"Don't be sorry," she told him. "You could never hurt me." She gave him a smile and then kissed him. She tentatively moved her hips back and forth.
That gets a groan, and an experimental response, shifting his hips more or less in time with her movements.
Cait smiled when Ty groaned and she herself groaned when he started to move. "That feels amazing."
"It does." he agrees, sharing the rush of emotions through their link. It gets a little easier with practice, still a bit uncertain, but matching time with her movements, hands starting to roam over her hips and up her sides.
Cait's movements became more sure and confident with each passing moment. She wasn't thinking about what she was doing, but let her body and instincts take over and guide her.
Her speed increased a little when he started to match her movements with his own. It just felt like the right thing to do.
Cait leaned over and kissed him, her mouth demanding on his. |