Isabeau tensed as Dide's wandering hand drifted lower.
"I won't hurt you Beau, you have to trust me."
She nodded wordlessly and centred herself, vaguely aware of the continued brush of skin on her stomach, hip, thigh. Dide paused, his head propped up on his left arm, the fingers of his right hand resting in the dip close by the small brush of red curls.
"Beau?"
She shifted her head until their lips met.
That was all the answer he needed. He slid his fingers through the curls, the sensation causing Isabeau to shiver with delight. Lower went his searching fingers, and she fought not to tense as he slid them inside her. She moaned aloud with the unexpected pleasure, and he gently withdrew, rolling slowly on top of her, careful to keep his weight on his arms. He smiled at her, kissed her softly, then slid down her body like a sea serpent until his mouth replaced his fingers. There he nibbled, bite and sucked, spurred on by her moans and her body's reactions. When he deemed them both ready, he slid upwards once more, until he lay pressed against her; mouth to mouth, chest to chest, hip to hip.
Dide drew back slightly, then slowly separated her legs with first one knee then the other, holding her gaze all the while. He slipped a hand down to bend her knees, then positioned himself, kissing her tenderly before sliding gently inside her. Isabeau gasped and he stilled, waiting until she kissed him before starting to rock back and forth. She soon joined the rhythm, and as their bodies moved faster and faster sparks began to dance about their skin. Together they neared the top, and together they reached it, crying aloud as their magic echoes their pleasure.
As the waves of sensation and sparks subsided, Dide lay with his cheek pressed to hers, his face buried in her soft hair. Then he lifted himself from Isabeau and lay beside her, his head on her arm and hers on his. Eyes closed, he whispered
"I love you Beau, I always have."
"I love you Dide, more than anything in the world."