Ike silences her again with another kiss to her lips, letting her know how much he really loved her. She trusted him so much, and he was grateful for that, but now he had to trust himself that he wouldn’t hurt her. He goes in for another kiss and trails his lips down her chin and to her neck. Ike couldn’t hold himself back anymore, and it was as if he was hungrily devouring her with each kiss. He could hear her soft moans of pleasure and they only goaded him to pleasure her even more.
“Ara…” Ike whispered. “I…love you…” he says in between kisses, now going even further down to her breasts. They were as soft as he can remember, and his mouth gave each mound the attention they deserved. A kiss, a nip, a lick, Ike did his best to pleasure each of Ara’s breasts. Slowly and slowly, he got rougher with her, but not so much that he would break her. Ah, how Ike loved her so much…
“If…you want me to go rougher, just say so,” he whispers again, letting Araceli know that she had command of their pace tonight.
Well, she supposes that settles that-- Rather than waste words Ike captures Araceli’s lips in another kiss, one eagerly returned as the moment of concern fades as easily as it had been brought on. He pulls away. Kisses her again. Begins littering them south-- To her chin ( which brings on a tiny, sweet laugh from the princess, who finds such an action rather adorable ), her neck, her collarbone. The affection is gentle initially, though every time lips press against flushed skin they grow more fervent and passioned-- As though the mercenary is trying to satiate some sort of hunger. Had he finally decided to stop holding back...?
Araceli hopes this is the case. Ike has never disappointed in the entire time they’d become this intimate, proving himself the model partner in attentiveness and care, but she has to wonder what things would be like if he was a little less guarded-- A little less inclined to treat her as though she’s made of glass and one rough touch could shatter her. The thought sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine, excitement at the prospect fluttering within her and escaping in the form of quiet little moans, gasps, and contented sighs.
“I love you, too...” She murmurs, cut off by another soft noise slipping out as teeth graze sensitive skin. “P-Please, Ike... I-I, um... I w-want to...”
Figures, actually vocalizing such desires would be the one thing eluding her. ( Granted, Ike’s attention to her breasts is doing a fairly good job at being a distraction. ) Shyness grips her tongue, and Araceli is forced to avert her gaze when she next speaks. “I... I... Um... P-Please, don’t... Don’t hold back...”
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