He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as he pressed their bodies together. He was beyond control at this point, the scent of her desperation only stoking the flames she'd already created.
He hiked her up higher, forcing the bark to dig into her soft flesh as he ground himself against her, coating his erection in what was left of her release. He wanted nothing more than to drive into her, to feel the same clench of her muscles around his cock that he'd felt around his fingers, but he knew he had to be careful.
He wanted more than one round.
He continued to grind, leaving her completely at his mercy until his length glistened with arousal, and yet she still did not complain. He was sure no gold remained in his eyes, the smooth lines of his stripes cut like jagged claw marks across his skin. But there was no fear in her scent, no wavering in her conviction, and it only threatened his resolve that much more.
The head of his cock bumped against her clit, and she moaned, thighs clenching as they were draped over his hips. Her pleas became more desperate, body shaking with the need for relief, and he reached between them, gripping his length to steady himself before the head disappeared inside her.
They both groaned.