100 Year War (Farcry/Risi

Caval was pleased to see how the men took to the events and his declaration on Ivy went. While it was clear many of them were not comfortable with it they were willing to not step up, not cause an issue, to allow Ivy to serve with them for now. All in all though he was pleased and even proud of the men. He had already praised them for surviving the cowardly attack by the British and now they proved they could deal with their world being turned upside down with having a woman in the military. He smiled as he walked amongst them, making comments about how they were swinging their swords, sparring as they were.

Once they broke for lunch Caval did find it tough seeing other men looking at Ivy the way they were. He wondered how many of them possessed similar thoughts to the British from before. While he thoroughly enjoyed her outfit and knew others would to, he would admit to his closest of friends when inebriated that he was a jealous man. That did not make it any easier knowing that about himself to see men ogling Ivy. Then he heard the whistle from the consummate womanizer Gerard. Fuck how he hated that man.

That was one thing by one person he could not abide. So Caval wandered over and began to have a quiet yet terse conversation with Gerard. This conversation clearly wasn't going well and eventually led to Gerard pounding his fist on the table and standing up to make his threat more evident.

Yet Ivy by this point was following the Duke's brother who before he walked out of ear shot of other soldiers turned to look down his aquiline nose at Ivy. "What is it girl? Are you looking to trade up?"

Ivy didn't hear the argument beginning between Caval and Gerard as the comment from the Duke's brother angered her instantly. She wanted to tell him off, but she knew it would serve her no purpose if he was angry as well. She wanted her way, and to get that she would need him to think it was his way as well. So she began nicely, "No, but thank you. I was wondering your reasoning for not letting me into battle. I saw you watching the training exercises today. I know that you know I am fully capable of going with my unit, the unit you have sent on a death mission. So I'm wondering your reasoning to not sending me along. I mean, you have one woman in your ranks, wouldn't you want to be rid of her, of me?" She was asking for her death, but before she could hear his response or continue the men broke out into yells and pounding of the table behind them.

Ivy turned quickly, but she couldn't see over the men. She hoped it wasn't Caval. She left the man to ponder what she had said, though not intentionally because she just wanted to get to Caval. Worried more for Gerard than him though. She wove through the crowd, ignoring the 'accidental' brushes and grabs she recieved in the process. Those that she would not be telling Caval about. The crowd surged with a yell as the sound of a punch connecting rang out, causing it to be harder for Ivy to break through.

This was not going to help their case. She pushed through angrily now, nearly knocking some men to the floor as they weren't expecting her from behind them. She could almost make out the men's faces but they were rolling around on the floor now in a full out brawl, both looking bloodied and brusied. Ivy gulped, hoping it wasn't Caval one last time. Even if it wasn't, this needed to stop. She had reached the edge of the circle that surrounded the men and walked to the middle of it, tugging the man on top of the other off. Ivy still wasn't sure who the two men were, random soldiers or her new found favorite person and his agressor. Paul stepped in after her, holding the other man back. The man that Paul withheld was more bloodied than the one attempting to break from Ivy's grasp. With a quick prayer, she shoved her foot into the back of his leg, bringing him to his knees so she could better hold him, and see who he was.

The as yet unnamed brother of the Duke was about to give Ivy a retort but then she turned around to see what the commotion was about. "Yes, go to your man, girl. That is what a woman should be doing, not making a mockery on the battlefield." With the annoyance out of his presence he simply turned to head off and enjoy his meal. There was no concern about the fight going on. Men fighting before going off to battle was common place.

The fight certainly was causing a great deal of excitement. Yet finally getting a peek at who was fighting it wasn't Caval or Gerard but members of each of their units. The fight though was vicious and up close. It took a while to spot the commanders and finally spotting Caval it was clear why the soldiers were fighting as the two commanders had clearly already traded blows. Now Caval and Ivy had something in common now that his lip was split as well. Following his eyes she could finally spot Gerard whose nose was bleeding profusely. The two men were still trading insults, yelled over the din of the fight.

Then Caval saw Ivy and he felt his stomach knot up. Of course the fight was about her, it was about his issues and he had started it. Quickly he tried to shake off the men holding him back. As he did so he yelled at his own soldiers, "Stop it! Get up! Save it for the British! These are not your enemy." He yelled and kicked at his own soldiers.

Gerard eventually saw what Caval was doing and not wanting to be the one asshole commander while the other was being level headed he too began working to break up the fight and get the men back in order. The two commanders eventually were able to get their men to stop fighting for each of their commanders honor.

Other commanders then came in and pushed everyone to go back and eat. It was a mess but after ten minutes things were almost back to normal. Caval and Gerard shared a couple more words before Caval came over to the tables his soldiers were out. "We will be on guard duty during the last night watch, so after you eat rest up. It's guard duty, then we prepare for battle." Obviously this was punishment for what had transpired.

The group groaned in unison, but with the news Ivy turned quickly to him. She wanted to say something, but she knew it wasn't her place. Instead, she gathered her plate of food and exited the hall quickly, knowing that Caval would follow in time. Her steps were quick, still angry from the words of the brother of the Duke. Trade up, she scoffed, As if that would be anything but down. Deciding to drop the thoughts of the rediculous man, she brought her thought back to Caval, wondering what they would do in the few hours they had left together. Perhaps tend to his lip, she thought ryly.

Once she reached the house she placed the food on the counter of the kitchen, having lost her appetite. She looked at herself, attempting to see what Caval saw in her. A girl worth fighting for. Sure, she was pretty, but so were other girls. Perhaps he enjoied the fact that she could fight and hold her own, but she rolled her eyes, knowing she couldn't much hold her own unless she had a sword in hand. Picking up one of the bunches of grapes beside her, she pulled one from the pack, smaller than the rest; wondering if that grape felt left out now, just because it was different and taken from the group. As she bit into the grape, it was sour. ivy wondered if that was how she would turn out.

Having let the depressing thoughts take hold once again, she pushed them back. Now she thought about if Caval would want to aide her in removing the corset or if he'd want to enter to her naked once again. It was becoming a habit. A grimace rose, wondering if it was to soon to want what she did with him. Would it cause her pain? What if it did, she didn't want to break down on their last night together. Pursing her lips together, she tried to come up with a way to avoid it completely when they later would grope, play with, and kiss eachother. A small "Hmph" left her lips, uncertain.

Caval walked into the house several minutes after Ivy had gotten there and he was still trying to calm himself down after having it out with Gerard. The pompous man had made several comments about taking Ivy off his hands and what she would experience with him and for that Caval broke his nose which hadn't helped the situation and now he was coming back to the woman who he wanted with a jaw that was a little sore and he could now only imagine the discomfort he had caused Ivy when he kissed her.

Entering the house he offered a weak smile. "Sorry about that. Gerard is.... an ass." Is all he could offer. "I hope the men were decent with you." He felt ashamed of his jealousy and that it had led to such a horrible consequence. He never had the chance to see her attempt to speak to the Duke's brother which was probably for the best as that meant he focused on only the one vile persons comments regarding her fealty, graces and honor.

Quietly he walked over to her and lightly placed both hands on her shapely rounded hips as he gazed into her eyes. "While you have all the time and the men, they have no duty until late at night, I do have another meeting but not until just before the first stars appear." His tone was apologetic. He wanted nothing more than to just hold her all through the night, to feel her close to him.

His eyes were tired, all of the fighting, the highs and lows of the day, it had taken it's toll on him and while not defeated he did not hold the vigor he used to. Even so he asked her, "Good lady Ivy, would you allow me to take you to the bedroom. There is something I would wish of you."

His hands placed on her hips as hers played along his shoulders and neck. Cautiously she moved a hand to his lip, "We match," she said with a smile, ignoring all that had gone on before that; even his words of plans later in the evening. She watched throughout the day as it had slowly warn on him. All day she had wanted to reach out and touch him, even just a squeeze of the hand or a chaste kiss. Ivy hoped the day did not show on her as much as it did him.

His question did not confuse her or tax her emotionally. With a bare blush and a nod she agreed to go with him to the bedroom. She was nearly sure on his intent, but she couldn't dishearten him now. If all she had to suffer through was a bit of pain to make him happy, she would gladly do it a million times. After all, what if he didn't return?

She didn't want to think about that.

His eyes were tired, worn, and almost sad. It nearly broke her heart. She wanted to ask what had happened while she was talking to the brother, but she was afraid to tell him why she hadn't been paying attention when the first fight had broken out. Ivy wanted to ask about what the man had said, but she felt a difference in the air. It was a time for deeper revalations and feelings than the petty ongoings of earlier. Questioning herself, she wondered if she could handle that depth.

Caval led her to the bedroom, holding one of her hands as he did so. One side of his lips had quirked upwards in a grin at her comment about them matching. It was true and something he had considered bringing up. He held her hand gently as he walked with her. Looking at her out of the corner of his eye, pleased that such a strong woman as she was willing to be with him.

Once back in that bedroom which had offered chances before for intimacy almost started but never completed he did not lead her to the bed but just inside the door way and then off to the side so he could shut the door behind them. This way if another nobleman wanted to walk in on them he'd have to open two doors before doing so. Not that Caval cared at this moment, he'd already practically promised his life to them tomorrow, the least they could do was give him peace until then.

He gazed at her, tired, adoring, lustful, happy. Again he smiled as it was so easy to do when Ivy was before him. "I ask one more thing m'lady, close your eyes, please. Please do not look right now." Reaching up he placed his hand a few inches from her eyes. "Do not peek." Came the jest as he waited for her to comply with his request. As he spoke his other hand continued to hold her hand but then let go and went back to her hips.

She followed him willingly, almost excitedly. But it was not as she suspected as he closed the door and asked her to close her eyes. Her face scrunched with confusion, but she did comply once he covered his hand over her eyes. She wanted to peek, but she knew it might break his heart if she did. His hand let go of her's and for the split second before he went to her his she panicked. It was odd for her to lose him from her senses for a mere second, if that, now and it set her on high alert when ever it happened.

The nagging idea in her head to peek came yet again, but she suppressed it. Part of her wanted it to be a suprise too.

Caval smiled, relieved actually when she closed her eyes. There was something he had wanted to do for her, in the state he was he was so worn out but he meant to show her how much he cared for her.

With her eyes closed he reached down and with both hands hooked his thumbs into those tight pants she was wearing. Using the strength he had it was easy to peel the pants down and let them drop to being around her calves and ankles. "Keep them closed." Caval warned her again.

She could not see as he knelt down before her and again placed his hands on her now bare hips. Softly he kissed her, he kissed her thighs, her hips, her pelvis. He would drag his upper lip across her skin as he placed one kiss after another on her skin. His fingers reflexively gripped her, holding her in place. Now and then he would punctuate a kiss by touching her skin with his tongue, licking her inner thigh then around to her outer thigh.

Slowly he made his way back in towards her womanhood. Using one hand he reached in to press her lips apart to reveal her sex and allow him to lean forward and teasingly lick her clitoris. He worked slowly at first, giving her a great deal of attention and his other hand remained on her hips not allowing her to move away from what she wasn't allowed to see.

The cool night air caressed her bare legs nearly as much as he did at first. Stepping out of the pants and kicking them a side momentarilly, she then awaited his next move. The kisses played along the softest parts of her skin, soon followed by small playful licks from his rough tongue. His hands steadied her at her hips, thankfully because if they hadn't, she might have fallen over.

He soon pressed closer between her legs. Her desire was clearly awoken with the kisses, but as he touched her most intimately it grew. She ached to open her eyes, to show him the same appreciation. The same longing. As his tongue trailed slowly to lick within her she once again locked her fingers into his hair. Her nails dug barely into his scalp as the speed of his tongue seemed to increase beneath her. A small, slight whimper came from her throat; not of pain but of pleasure. Ivy had never had this feeling before, true sexual pleasure, and it set her mind off balance. But she loved each second of the off-kilter power he had with in her mind with one simple action.

There was a reason he had steered her close to the wall and this was part of it. He could trap her body between the wall and the at times delicate other rough administrations of his tongue upon her most intimate of places. With her firmly entrapped he allowed his hand to roam away from her hips and to run roughly up and down her shapely legs. Legs he first saw when Caval still though Ivy was a man and now he could touch those legs without feeling awkward. He could enjoy the taut muscles which he imagined he had something to do with.

As her fingers played through his hair once more Caval sped up and increased the force of his tasting and touching of her. At times flicking her nub back and forth he smiled, getting caught up in the pleasure that Ivy was feeling. Other times his tongue would caress her up one side then down the other, tugging on her. In the end what mattered was her and he made that known through his oral assault on her body.

He closed his eyes as well so he could lose himself in the feel of her need as she dug fingernails into his scalp and pulled at his hair. He focused on every whimper and moan, memorizing what it was he had done to make her knees shake or her body to quiver and then do so again shortly after she recovered.

She was unaware of how a man could make her body feel, so blissful and wonderful with a simple action or movement, but she was learning quickly. After a few times of her knees giving slightly she finally resided on the wall. More moans escaped her now, louder as he continued on. She no longer needed to attempt to keep her eyes shut, it was natural now as they had rolled back into her head.

Soon though, it seemed like her body was about erupt from the inside. Implode with a heat and passion she couldn't have imagined. At first, she was worried, but she let the wave of his tongue take her out to sea, only to crash upon the shore. "Caval!" she cried out, gripping tightly to his hair. Her legs shook, her knees gave out and she sunk against the wall. The slightest satisfied smile splayed across her lips for a moment before she opened her eyes to him. Her eyelids were heavy, her blinks slow and sensual as she eyed him. She lifted a hand to his weakly, tugging him closer to her once again. She couldn't stand to be away from him for long,

He wasn't going to allow her to simply find her pleasure and then be done with it. No he kept working her body, with licking, touching, caressing her as the waves crested within. Eventually he couldn't as she allowed her knees to give out and to end up a heap upon the floor. For a moment one of his fingers had found it's way inside her as she collapsed but he quickly recovered.

Sitting up on his knees he looked at her pleased as could be. A cheshire like grin upon his lips which he brushed with the back of his hand before using his hands to steady himself. As she took his hand he quipped, "You opened your eyes before I said you could." With a warm grin and a light chuckle he said, "You can, it's okay. I think I was a little too busy to tell you." Then he paused before asking a ridiculously stupid question, "Did you like that?" It had been a long time since he had been with a woman and he wasn't sure despite every indicator she had given him during and even now with how she looked at him.

Slowly he did close the distance to her but he made no move yet, he wanted to hear what she would say, what was she going to suggest.

At first she looked at him sadly, mad at herself for opening her eyes, but it quickly changed to a smile as his had. With a tilt of her head, she looked as if she was pondering it. But then she got to her knees, holding to his strong shoulders, one hand creeping up the back of his neck. She slowly moved towards him, looking him in the eyes until she broke the glance as she layed kisses upon his throat, swiling her tongue on his skin within each one. Ivy then slowly, carefully, worked her way up his jawline and to his ear. With a light pull of his ear lobe, she smiled, "Yes. I did enjoy that rather throughly. Thank you."

She didn't pull away though, she simply sunk back to his neck, kissing upon it as she kneeled before him. Her couldn't help let her hands play along his muscle as she did so, she didn't know how he felt about the kisses, but she enjoyed placing her hot mouth on the cool under side of his neck.

It was Caval's turn to moan and gasp at the generous kisses upon his neck. The hairs upon the back of his neck prickled at the cold electric feeling that shot down from the base of his skull down his spine. It was a luxurious feeling to have her lips upon him and within the blissful experience he was thankful she was not trying to kiss his lips where he knew their split lips would meet and lead to them both wincing. Instead he could focus on her mouths gentle caresses on his flesh.

His jaw tightened due to the pleasure and his own hands had to go forth and explore her body for his own enjoyment, to enjoy as much of her as possible. Strong hands gripped her through the sheer shirt and ran over her corseted body, over her arms, her ample breasts, running his thumb along the line of her neck. It wasn't everything he wanted but having the ability to touch and hold her like this made his heart soar for having met her. His own muscles and flexed reflexively under her fingers, arching under her care, anything to be closer to her.

"This feels really good." Caval said between heavy breaths. Saying those words though made him reach over and touch her breasts once more with one hand as if the statement had compelled him to feel another part of her he thought of so positively. His other hand snaked it's way down over her body, both the clothed and unclothed parts until it found it's way between her legs once more and massaging her lips as he basked in the attention she gave him.

Upon his touch of her womanhood once again she let out a soft sigh, having to take a moment to compose herself before continuing with her kisses to trail him with. With in the pause though, she moved her hands behind her back, tugging at the corset strings under the sheer shirt with force. She could sense what they both wanted, and with the tight piece of fabric it wasn't helping. A few seconds later, as she was kissing him she got it undone, she hoped, without his knowledge.

She quickly pulled the sheer cloth and the corset at the same time over her head, disconnecting from his throat only moments before. As soon as she had tossed it from her she reconnected with him immediately. It was passion, but she wanted what she had had earlier, his mouth on hers. Knowing full well it would make them both bleed, she lined her kisses to his bottom lip, then looked to him for some sort of no. She didn't see one so she fit her mouth on to his, letting him play with her bottom lip as she trailed her tongue along his top one. His hands came back into play, as if they had never left, fluttering from one place to another. His focus seemed to be tied between his desire and his other desire to have her satisfied.

Figuring she had already been satisfied she decided it was his turn as she guided his fingers lingering below for her to her pert nipples and soft breasts. Her hands then found themselves back on the back of his neck, one tangling back into his hair. They sat on the floor for awhile before Ivy surfaced for a moment and playfully moved from his grasp and to the bed. Since it wasn't that far of a reach she pulled up on his shirt once again, figuring it was only fair.

Caval did his best to hide his disappointment at Ivy removing the corset. She looked amazing out of it and he knew it was hard on her breathing and he could imagine how much worse it would be while having sex and yet while going over the various training exercises he had fantasized about taking her in that corset and seeing it's confines bind and force her breasts to bounce. He wasn't going to complain though, she was a stunning beauty and when able to turn his neck he enjoyed the sight of her feminine form.

How he enjoyed kissing her again when her mouth met his. The pain could not stand up to the warmth and passion of that most simple of loving acts. Though clearly she wanted no simple kiss and so he gingerly nibbled at her lower lip but then opened his mouth wider to run his tongue along hers, to tangle with her in his want for her to be near him. His hands being led to her warm breasts his fingers initially flexed hungrily over them, pinching her nipples and plying her soft skin, but then he held himself back. Otherwise he would be bruising even more of her flesh.

It was too soon that she then broke away from him and to the bed. He had only just began exploring her body when she walked away. Seeing the look in her eyes he grinned. "You think you are in charge in the bedroom?" The question came with a wry grin. He allowed for her to remove his shirt and then he stood up but before moving over to the bed he started to undo the ties to his pants. "Lie down." He told her quietly as he finished unbinding his pants. Pulling down his pants had a slight catch as the waist of the pants got caught on his engorged member. Finally he stood naked before her, his cock stood straight up with great rigidity.

Moving over he kneeled down between her feet, gazing at her body and she could see the hunger in his eyes. Gently he rested his hands on her knees and slowly rubbed his rough fingers over her milky soft skin. Slowly teasingly making his way up her thighs and as he did so his body lifted up as if about to pounce. Just at the last moment though instead of sliding his manhood into her two fingers went into her as his thumb slipped up between those lips to rub roughly over her clitoris. Now it was his turn to give her a playful smile.

His question made her smile, had she thought so? Perhaps for a second, but she shook her head slightly, roughly with the same smile, "Of course not." He slowly made his way over to her, making her body ache for his. His command held no question, but Ivy didn't fight it; she had already wanted to. Preparing herself, she clenced the blanket between her hands and watched him carefully. She could feel the desire withing herself and him, the need to continue further, but in the instant she thought he was going to fit himself inside her she nearly panicked. Seconds later though, she was glad she hadn't as he had taken steps to ensure her enjoyment, once again.

With a slight sigh of relief she looked at him with suprise, which she quickly tried to mask. It wasn't difficult as his thumb began to rub circles as his fingers helped her adjust to the feeling. The feeling. It wasn't pain, as she expected, but she also knew he was going to be larger that just those two fingers which were still tightly confined.

Ivy wanted him closer though, she thought she could be ready. To have him inside her, it didn't seem like such a simple sex act like the British. She felt something deeper. Releasing one of her hands that was clenched to the bedsheets, she moved it to his neck, the rolled her body up to meet his for another kiss. She was done with being careful about it, pressed close to him she hungrily played upon his lips, not lingering in one spot for long. She wanted to tell him, show him, that she was ready and that he didn't need to worry. And if he did, she might take the matter into her own hand.

For the longest time he simply enjoyed kissing her in return, looking hungrily upon her, leaning back into her rising body. As he did so he started to move his fingers into her faster and faster. Yes he started out tenative, curious if his movements and actions would cause her stress but was enjoying her so very much. As she didn't shy away he would nip back at her lips, letting out a moan of ecstasy as he enjoyed her attention.

His body hungered for her, for release and yet he held himself back, rather he kept his attentions focused on Ivy. His thumb rubbed over her in long luxorious ways. He had moved his other hand back up to her breast, feeling her firm breasts, this time not nearly as gentle as he was the last time. Instead he could hardly hold back his lust for her. Another moan was pressed between his lips which then turned to a frustrated growl.

Breaking away from her Caval sat up on his knees. Still his fingers remained inside her but he slipped his other hand down around her hips and gripped her roughly. "Get on me." This time he spoke with the husky voice of a command and while it was nothing like the tone he used on the training grounds it similarly gave the impression that denying him would not be appreciated.

She knew the tone well and quickly sunk to her knees, but she advanced onto him with out doing exactly as he said. Ivy put her hands on his shoulders and gave him a slight shove, suprising him and pushing him to the floor. His hands went to her hip and she smiled. "I may not be in control, or I may," she said with a smile but then descended on to his hardness.

It didn't happen quickly, it was slow and torturous for both of them as her tightness adjusted to him. It wasn't pain with him, and there was no flash back. There was only Caval. Caval filled her mind and her body, and as she looked into his eyes a slight moan escaped her lips. Her elbows dropped slightly and she moved to reside on his chest.

Her head rested for a moment in the nook between his neck and chest, but then she tilted her head upward and began to lay the kisses upon his neck once again. Ivy awaited his next move, somewhat hoping the challenge of his dominance would make him take control more so than usual, aiding her in the details of what was exactly suppose to happen next.

As she pushed him over he gave her a bit of an odd look but Caval wasn't going to worry about it much as she moved her body along his. He enjoyed the feel, to experience her legs sliding along his, her breasts touching, dragging over his torso. However it was her trying to ease her tight body down onto his own that made his eyes widen and smile at her. His body hungered for hers but he could tell that he needed to be gentle with her.

Hips instinctually helped close the distance as he pushed up into her. Hands came to claim her hips and make sure that she took all of him that her tightness could accept on this initial push. Gripping her roughly he lifted her body up along the length of him, breaking her away from kissing him, this allowed Caval to lean upwards and to take one of her nipples and the crest of her breast into his mouth. Lightly he bit then suckled upon her skin and kept his mouth attached to her as he pulled her onto him two more times and then he couldn't take it anymore, he used those strong muscles he's been developing his entire life to roll over so that he was atop Ivy.

Doing so he had to break his mouth away from her body. He groaned as he pressed into her again, now having more control over his own actions. The look in his eyes showed he was hungry for her and that her joke had only enflamed his desire to possess her and show her exactly who he knew was in control.

With each of his movements within her a moan escaped, she couldn't withhold them. Then, her wish was granted. He rotated the two of them, Ivy to the floor now and she watched his desire grow as her glanced over her body. Her creamy soft skin pressing against his tan, battle warn skin.

Her legs wrapped around him, pulling her closer to him. Ivy was ready for the continuation of their act, and with a nod she encouraged him to do so. Her hand trailed along his face, despite the desire and hunger of each of them, she still wanted to start out slow. She was sure that Caval would understand that and move slowly with her.

With his first movement her hands went straight to tangle within his hair, as she had whenever something had aroused her. But then she considered Caval, she could tell that he wanted near the same thing she did, but what if it wasn't exactly as he had though? "Caval?" she asked slowly, "Are you enjoying this or is it just me?" Ivy looked genuinely worried that he wasn't.

Caval did not want to go slow, for him, he had not been caressing her, fingering her so they could go slow but for her to hunger and need him to finish off what he'd started during their foreplay. Yet he wasn't going to force her instead he compromised by going slowly but pushing into her until he was entirely within her, up to the hilt before slowly drawing out, over and over again. Despite her denying him the access that he wanted Ivy wrapping her legs around him made his heart quicken and he reached one hand back to run a hand over her hips and legs while his other hand moved to her breast. He pressed her large breasts roughly against her since this was how he was holding himself up.

Tightly he grinned as her hands went to his hair. Perhaps she liked it, or she just needed something to hold onto, which meant he now was reconsidering cutting his hair or would be if his mind wasn't focused upon Ivy, her body, her nervousness mixed with playful way, her strength and weaknesses. Then her question hit and again he had to give her an odd look. Roughly he grinded his hips into her twice as he grinned. Fingers played over her body, gripping her flesh roughly, pinching her nipple. "Why do you ask?" Then he thrust into her once the way he wanted to, hard and quick. "Ivy... shut up and enjoy yourself. Because I am thoroughly enjoying you." He then eased back into the slow rhythm that she had been enjoying and clearly desiring.

His one hard thrust opened Ivy's eyes to a whole new world of pleasure. The friction, the strength, behind it made her fingers clench. It was clearly evident as well. And with his words, she blushed, knowing that perhaps she was worrying about too much. Just to enjoy. So she didn't say anymore.

Lowering her legs she offered him a way to do as they both now wanted. She let go of his hair and let her hands hold to his shoulders. She gripped roughly as she was done with the caution and carefulness she had wanted to badly before.

Caval took advantage of her body now that she was clearly giving herself over entirely to him. Quickly he built up from the slow rhythmic movements to a much rougher thrusting into her body. As she clung to him pulling on his thick hardness he would groan. His hands now both molested her chest, pushing them up to his mouth so he could bite and tug lightly on her nipples.

Breaking away he leaned down to kiss her roughly, reopening his split lip. Then breaking away he murmured against her lips, "I was wrong Ivy... don't shut up... I want to hear what I ... am doing to you." How he was enjoying her body. His lips then slid down along her jawline to begin kissing again at her neck. His breathing became rough and heavy, moans escaping as her body reacted under his.