The kiss had ended, but the moment had not.
Franziska finally pulled herself away from Phoenix, but she did not let go of him. His mind awash in the memories and experiences he had been deprived of, Phoenix had stared at her, not quite knowing what to say. His mouth had stayed as it was, hung open, since Franziska's lips had parted him.
She stared back at him, with a sudden intensity in her eyes despite the fact that her face was expressionless. She pulled further back, but kept hold of his hand. He let her walk him out of the room, following her as she went down the hallway. He expected her to push him towards his room and let him sleep. But she had not. She had brought him to her room.
She stopped suddenly, and turned around to face him as she finally released him. She looked down at herself for a moment, her cheeks pink now, before finally and awkwardly pointing to the side. Phoenix's gaze followed her finger to see that it was pointed at the bed. He looked back at her, befuddled and confused and shocked all at once. When she saw he was not going to take initiative, she flung herself forward and wrapped her arms around him.
She must have known he was going to say she was squeezing him too tightly, for she let go almost as fast as she had embraced him. But, spurred by a new energy in his soul, Phoenix did not let her look at him in shame. He rushed forward himself, taking the young woman in his arms and dropping his head. He kissed her, first on the neck, then on the ear. She shivered in his grasp, but did not resist as he continued. She let her body go limp in his grasp as he moved to the side and pulled her on to the bed. She found herself laying on top of him, but that did not last. He rolled over, and she actually heard herself yelp as she found herself beneath him.
"Could you...roll over..."
She acquiesced, and he reached out to pull down her trousers, then her underwear. The sight of her rounded rear pleased him greatly. Breathing hard, he put one hand on her back while he unbuckled his belt with the other. Franziska heard the rustle as he dropped the belt, then his pants. She shivered as Phoenix grabbed her hips, but she felt her excitement growing as her face flushed. She tensed as he began to lift her bare lower body in the air, and then sighed as she felt him brush against her buttocks. He positioned himself better before pushing forward.
"Ahh…uh…ahhh..."
Franziska lowered her head and moaned as she felt him enter her, forcing himself deeper until he was all the way in. Phoenix let out a low, deep groan of ecstasy, exulting over what he had done. And over what he would do.
Then, still holding her, he pulled back, making Franziska wince, before he gave a harder thrust.
His face flushed. Oh, yes…
He settled into a steady rhythm, his hips slamming back and forth as he pushed in and out of Franziska. The woman was covered in sweat, her hair falling in front of her eyes, her eyes squeezed shut.. She cried out as she felt him shove himself deeper and deeper, and even in the midst of the ecstasy, Phoenix managed to force his gaze down and rove up the woman's body, making sure she was settled. He lowered himself across the length of the young woman's body, groping her breasts through the fabric of her shirt, penetrating her even now.
He suddenly felt the need for more. He could not see her face. He yanked himself out unceremoniously and flipped her over, his hands reaching out and yanking off her shirt before driving in again. Her mouth hung open, her cheeks were red, and her eyes were squeezed shut from the sensations. Her exposed breasts bounced with every thrust she took, and Phoenix could not help but reach out to squeeze them as he had done long ago.
He suddenly grit his teeth. He knew he would not last much longer, so he began to thrust even harder and faster than before. Franziska became louder, her body quivering and sweating as she never had before.
"Uh….uhhhhhhhh…." Phoenix gave his last few thrusts, before finally sinking down in a final wave of pleasure.
He lay there, panting, absolutely spent. He managed enough strength to pull himself out of Franziska and then grab the blanket. He lay on top of her again, covering them both.
It was a new experience. But she stayed there then, throughout the night, and in the morning.
And as she opened her eyes, felt Phoenix's warmth as he lay beside her, and recalled everything, she found herself content and complete in a way she had never known.
And while neither knew it at the time, the night would bring forward new trials and tribulations down the road.
