He doesn't enjoy being laughed at, but isn't angry enough to show it other than a slight furrow of his brow. Goddess forbid he try to please her...
He does as she instructs, using his middle and ring finger to press into the divet between her legs and rub. It's still hard to tell her anatomy with the clothing in the way. Meanwhile, he's somewhat overwhelmed by her stroking him, which makes it somewhat hard to focus on both things at once. Ugh, he is bad at this... There must be techniques, just as there are in battles, but he was never taught.
His brow furrows deeper. He's getting in his head a bit.
For whatever it was worth, the moment he went from full hand to two fingers, Nina seemed significantly more pleased — her moans becoming a touch more frequent when she angled her hips and wiggled to assure his fingers brushed over her clit at least a few times.
Clothes were becoming a problem though, and even if it felt good, Nina desperately needed skin-to-skin contact now. "Let me — let me get these off. I'll show you." She pushed off his lap and stood to slip off her leggings and underthings, tossing them into the pile she had started building nearby. "Should have done this on the bed..." she muttered. But oh well. Whatever.
Okay, good, she seems to like that more, but he still doesn't know what's going on down there. It's not like they have sex-ed in Fodlan, and he wasn't studying medical diagrams in his pursuits of battle.
At her muttering about the bed, he stands and picks her up, carrying her to the bedroom. It isn't like he cares if his first time is romantic, but it can at least be in a place more proper than a couch.
He lays her down on the bed, then takes his pants off but leaves his underwear on. A little too shy to remove those yet. He lays next to her and gives her his hand.
No warning. Nina yelped in surprise at suddenly being lifted, having been focused on trying to find the best way to instruct him. Her hands on his shoulders until she was laid back on the bed, bare to the world and watching him while he undressed.
Shy. Of course. Gods he was cute.
Nina tilted her head up to kiss him, taking his hand as she did so and gently placing it, palm down, on her stomach. With her legs spread, she guided him down between her thighs, palm against her mons so he could curl his fingers inward and feel the slickness of her folds. "Gentle." She murmured against his lips. "Just go slow and gentle. Like this." She raised her other hand up to mimic the motion of her ring and middle finger stroking through the air. "There's, uh... there's like a little bump of nerves near the top called the clit. It's really sensitive. You'll know if you hit it, and if you do you want to circle with a little bit of pressure." A beat. "Is this too much?" Was she going too fast?
Her body is lovely. She has many scars, which he likes. It shows her strength. To Jeritza, strength is more attractive than anything.
He kisses her briefly, but parts when she starts explaining things, focusing. He watches her fingers move and tries to move his in the same way. It isn't unlike learning a combat maneuver. Visualize the movement, then practice it yourself.
"No." He isn't dense, just inexperienced. He's a fast learner. His fingers feel around her folds, pressing gently into them. There's a small bud, almost like the bud of a nipple, which is probably this "clit" she referred to. He does as she said, circling around it with gentle pressure. He watches her face, now, to see if it's working.
Nina released his hand let him explore, hips absently shifting against wandering fingers — just slow, rolling motions to rub herself a little harder against him. And when he focused on her clit, she gasped softly, eyelids heavy and lips parting with a series of soft moans.
"Right there." She breathed, gripping his shoulder. Nina let him continue, curious herself to so what he might do without instruction.
At this reaction, Jeritza continues the circular rubbing motion around that bundle of nerves, adding a little more pressure. The spot is slick with her arousal, and his fingers easily slide over it without much friction. He watches her, gazing at her body and her face silently. He's in no rush.
Nina writhed under him, rolling her hips to counter the motion of his fingers. Heat was churning in her core, and Nina was never very good at being patient, so all it did was drive her to wanting him more. She cupped the back of his head, urged him down. "Kiss me." She murmured, panting and shuddering with each pulse of pleasure that rolled through her.
He's only ever seen someone writhe in pain, not pleasure. It's strange, but arousing to watch. His fingers press a little harder still, wanting to urge more from her.
He continues the steady motion as he leans down to kiss her, his tongue falling into her mouth to taste her. The kiss is slow but deep, like his motions below, like Jeritza in almost anything.
Nina would be lying if she said she was used to this — to the tenderness, the slow and steady as opposed to how she did damn near everything else in her life. It was nice, surprisingly enough.
She moaned into that kiss, fingers curling against the back of his head, threading into his hair to tug it free of the band that held it. Her other hand moved to slide between his legs, fingers tracing the outline of his cock through his underwear.
His hair falls down around his shoulders and her face in silky light strands. He tries a harder pressure on her clit, experimenting to see if she would like it more or not.
The touch to his cock makes him exhale into her mouth. He rolls his hips forward into her hand, curious and wanting to feel her touch again.
"Mmhn." She protested lightly into his mouth, pulling back just enough to speak. "Not so hard — it's sensitive." She murmured, gently brushing some of his hair back behind his ear, unable to keep herself from chuckling when the strands tickled against her cheek.
Her palm pressed to his cock, letting him grind into her hand. "Can we take these off? I want to see you."
He takes her instruction, immediately easing up on her clit, going back to the soft circles from before. He gathers his hair over one shoulder to reduce the tickling. He lets out a small sigh at her palming him.
"Yes..." He seems a little hesitant, but he removes his boxers. He is... Well endowed, a product of how big the rest of him is, probably. He averts his gaze, a small blush forming on his cheeks. He's never been naked like this with someone.
Nina wasn't as surprised as one might have expected — in her experience, men like Jeritza always had the biggest packages. A shame she couldn't make a small dick joke about the Death Knight, given their apparently shared blessing.
She gave him an appraising once over, then looked up, a hand on his cheek to gingerly turn his attention back down to her. Her other hand grasped the one between her legs and lifted his fingers to her lips, sucking her own slickness off them. "I want you inside me, Jeritza."
Nina's brows lifted curiously, tongue twirling around his fingers until she was satisfied they were clean. She released them with a soft pop.
"Jeritza." She said softly. "Why don't we — here." A hand on his chest, gently nudging him onto his back instead so she could clamber into his lap. "This okay, big guy?" She'd like some... verbal consent before she slammed herself on his dick.
He exhales and his eyelids flutter at the sensation of her sucking and licking his fingers. He lays back as she nudges him and looks up at her, his hands coming to her thighs.
Okay. It's happening.
He nods.
"Yes..."
He's nervous, but he wants it. She knows what she's doing, so it will be fine...
Nina leaned down to kiss him quickly, the taste of her lingering on her lips, then repositioned, a hand palming his stomach for balance and the other grasping his cock so she could line the head up with her cunt and slowly ease herself down.
Slow and steady was not her style, and her thighs shook as she resisted the urge to fall all the way down and let him bottom out inside her. Instead, she let him acclimate to the feeling, watching his response as she sank down slowly.
Jeritza exhales a small noise as he finally feels her tight walls around his cock. It's wet and warm and the pressure feels strange and wonderful. His hands move to her waist, gripping it gently as he looks up at her. Her legs shake, and he hopes she is okay.
She smiled down at him, her lips trembling as she continued her descent, lower and lower until she was fully impaled on his cock. Nina whimpered and closed her eyes. Gods it had been so long since she did anything so... purposeful.
"Fucking amazing." She purred, rolling her hips slowly. "How do you feel?"
It feels wonderful to be fully enveloped by her, but he can't help but be enthralled by her reaction more than anything. Another soft "ngh" sound escapes his throat, his breathing coming shakily.
"Good..."
His hands travel up her back, his arms wrapping around her and gently pulling her forward and down.
"Good." She repeated, leaning down with the pull and sighing out her next sounds of pleasure, the motion sliding her up the length of his cock. She had intended to do most of the work, move and just let him sit back and enjoy it — used to the lack of intimacy that came with one night stands and quick, dirty romps in the darkness of a questionable inn. But now she was slow; rolling hips and leaning down to meet him, chest to chest and braced on her forearms; fingers winding in his hair as she slowly rocked in his arms. "So... good."
"Mmmmmmm..." The long, deep, soft groan rumbles through his chest at the sensation, but mostly he revels in having her close, skin on skin, and now a new level of closeness: being inside. His big and calloused hands rub slowly up and down her back, smooth except for the scars and marks left there from fighting. His hips roll with hers, his breath hitching. He buries his face in her neck, pressing soft kisses there as their quiet moans harmonize.
So odd. Being so tenderly touched; so silently adored with the way his hands moved across her back. Nina was not a soft woman by any means, but all she wanted to do in this moment was be soft. Tender. Slow. She continued to rock with him, let him slide almost all the way out and then ease back in, feeling every inch of him as she spread around his girth.
Nina turned her head, lips brushing his ear so every sound she made, even as low as they were, was heard loud and clear. She wanted to make sure he knew just how good she felt. Her fingers kneaded into his scalp, pressure added when their hips angled just right and she shuddered; those moans increasing in intensity.
"I need to—" She panted, her words slurring. "Let me sit up. Here." She pushed up so she could sit upright again, aiming to grasp his hands and hold them while she rode him. The closeness was incredible and intimate, but she needed just a little more.
This feels like the best massage he could possibly ever have. And with her soft moans right in his har, her hot breath against it, the intensity is mounting.
She sits up, and he threads their fingers, supporting her with his palms. He watches her body undulate on top of him, the rolling of her hips introducing new sensations, the increased speed making his breath heavy. Very soft, deep moans escape him as he looks up into her eyes.
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He does as she instructs, using his middle and ring finger to press into the divet between her legs and rub. It's still hard to tell her anatomy with the clothing in the way. Meanwhile, he's somewhat overwhelmed by her stroking him, which makes it somewhat hard to focus on both things at once. Ugh, he is bad at this... There must be techniques, just as there are in battles, but he was never taught.
His brow furrows deeper. He's getting in his head a bit.
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Clothes were becoming a problem though, and even if it felt good, Nina desperately needed skin-to-skin contact now. "Let me — let me get these off. I'll show you." She pushed off his lap and stood to slip off her leggings and underthings, tossing them into the pile she had started building nearby. "Should have done this on the bed..." she muttered. But oh well. Whatever.
"Give me your hand."
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At her muttering about the bed, he stands and picks her up, carrying her to the bedroom. It isn't like he cares if his first time is romantic, but it can at least be in a place more proper than a couch.
He lays her down on the bed, then takes his pants off but leaves his underwear on. A little too shy to remove those yet. He lays next to her and gives her his hand.
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Shy. Of course. Gods he was cute.
Nina tilted her head up to kiss him, taking his hand as she did so and gently placing it, palm down, on her stomach. With her legs spread, she guided him down between her thighs, palm against her mons so he could curl his fingers inward and feel the slickness of her folds. "Gentle." She murmured against his lips. "Just go slow and gentle. Like this." She raised her other hand up to mimic the motion of her ring and middle finger stroking through the air. "There's, uh... there's like a little bump of nerves near the top called the clit. It's really sensitive. You'll know if you hit it, and if you do you want to circle with a little bit of pressure." A beat. "Is this too much?" Was she going too fast?
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He kisses her briefly, but parts when she starts explaining things, focusing. He watches her fingers move and tries to move his in the same way. It isn't unlike learning a combat maneuver. Visualize the movement, then practice it yourself.
"No." He isn't dense, just inexperienced. He's a fast learner. His fingers feel around her folds, pressing gently into them. There's a small bud, almost like the bud of a nipple, which is probably this "clit" she referred to. He does as she said, circling around it with gentle pressure. He watches her face, now, to see if it's working.
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"Right there." She breathed, gripping his shoulder. Nina let him continue, curious herself to so what he might do without instruction.
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He continues the steady motion as he leans down to kiss her, his tongue falling into her mouth to taste her. The kiss is slow but deep, like his motions below, like Jeritza in almost anything.
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She moaned into that kiss, fingers curling against the back of his head, threading into his hair to tug it free of the band that held it. Her other hand moved to slide between his legs, fingers tracing the outline of his cock through his underwear.
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The touch to his cock makes him exhale into her mouth. He rolls his hips forward into her hand, curious and wanting to feel her touch again.
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Her palm pressed to his cock, letting him grind into her hand. "Can we take these off? I want to see you."
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"Yes..." He seems a little hesitant, but he removes his boxers. He is... Well endowed, a product of how big the rest of him is, probably. He averts his gaze, a small blush forming on his cheeks. He's never been naked like this with someone.
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She gave him an appraising once over, then looked up, a hand on his cheek to gingerly turn his attention back down to her. Her other hand grasped the one between her legs and lifted his fingers to her lips, sucking her own slickness off them. "I want you inside me, Jeritza."
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It all makes him freeze, his breath hitching. No particular thoughts or words come. He just stares at her in awe, mouth slightly agape.
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"Jeritza." She said softly. "Why don't we — here." A hand on his chest, gently nudging him onto his back instead so she could clamber into his lap. "This okay, big guy?" She'd like some... verbal consent before she slammed herself on his dick.
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Okay. It's happening.
He nods.
"Yes..."
He's nervous, but he wants it. She knows what she's doing, so it will be fine...
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Slow and steady was not her style, and her thighs shook as she resisted the urge to fall all the way down and let him bottom out inside her. Instead, she let him acclimate to the feeling, watching his response as she sank down slowly.
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"Fucking amazing." She purred, rolling her hips slowly. "How do you feel?"
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"Good..."
His hands travel up her back, his arms wrapping around her and gently pulling her forward and down.
"Come here..."
He wants to be close to her, to hold her.
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Nina turned her head, lips brushing his ear so every sound she made, even as low as they were, was heard loud and clear. She wanted to make sure he knew just how good she felt. Her fingers kneaded into his scalp, pressure added when their hips angled just right and she shuddered; those moans increasing in intensity.
"I need to—" She panted, her words slurring. "Let me sit up. Here." She pushed up so she could sit upright again, aiming to grasp his hands and hold them while she rode him. The closeness was incredible and intimate, but she needed just a little more.
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She sits up, and he threads their fingers, supporting her with his palms. He watches her body undulate on top of him, the rolling of her hips introducing new sensations, the increased speed making his breath heavy. Very soft, deep moans escape him as he looks up into her eyes.
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