As he kissed her, he was met with immediate moan coming from her lips. His hand reached to her breast, guided by some sort of power he wasn't fully familiar with yet. After a few minutes of heated kisses, he could not hold it in himself anymore, as all his want for her felt stronger than any other feeling. He pushed her slightly to lay on bed, but it was so unexpected she fell sitting on it, barely holding herself up on her arms. That view made him groan, as she shifted somewhat getting more comfortable. It looked like she was crawling away from him, as he crawled on top of her, simply looking at her face.

"What are you doing to me…" he said in the lowest voice of his she had yet heard.

She gasped, as he positioned himself between her legs, his lips too close to hers, but not yet meeting hers. Instead, he kissed her neck, feeling her hands on his back. Loud moan left her lips, as his hands appreciatingly run over her thighs. Just a few kisses later, his fingers entered her yet again. Her moan sounded like a pure bliss, as he continued his tortures.

"You ready?" he asked, but it looked like she was way far gone to hear him, as there was no answer just her nails dipping into his back hard. He kissed her mouth and asked once again. "Pen? Are you ready?"

She was gasping for air now. His fingers working wonders in much too fast, strong way inside her, as she finally gathered enough strength to nod one single time. That was all he needed. As his fingers left her body, sound of her loud inhale filled the room.

He entered her in one swift move, covering her moans with his mouth. It felt like a sinful bliss indeed. His hands running all over her body, as hers were tugging his hair and scraping his back. She positioned her legs over his butt, pushing lightly onto him to increase the speed. He straightened his arms over her shoulders to also change the angle, which made her neck arch, eyes flying close and her hands reached her breasts only to cover herself once again, as she felt too exposed with him being able to see all of her.

"Pen." He said, still moving fast inside of her. Hearing her name in a serious tone made her eyes open quickly. She followed his glare on her hands, still trying to catching her breath.

He simply took both of her hands and put them over her head, pressing them with his weight. He watched her whole body move in sync with his, meeting each thrust. Slowing his movements suddenly, only to lower himself just a bit to look into her foggy eyes. His movements instead changed to slow but deep ones. Each thrust making her groan under him.

She felt like it was a sweet torture. She tried to keep her eyes open to look at him, but she had no power over that. He speeds up once again and it almost instantly sent her over the moon. Back arching, his name leaving her lips, as she felt him release also. His full body falling on her as the series of loud groans left his own lips.

They laid there catching their breath. He moved to her side, hugging her body, his head on her chest.

"You are going to be the death of me, woman." He said, as her fingers were running on his back. That touch felt like it was barely there and yet it was the most comforting feeling he had ever felt in his entire life.

She didn't answer anything, just hugging him closer to her.

"We should get dressed and get you home. But it is most probably a good idea for you to cover herself this time, if we want to leave my room eventually." He said giggling, that set a smile on her face.

"I love you." Was all she said. She didn't know but those words left a bittersweet feeling in his chest.

Later they finally left the bed. He got dressed first and then helped her do her corset. It was indeed an assignment. As they both were almost ready to leave his room she asked, standing near him.

"Do I look a mess?"

"Yes. But you're my mess." And it felt like he meant it.