Guenivere was enjoying the sounds of pleasure he made. It excited her to know that she made him feel good, that he was feeling the same things she was. She let go of his hands and moved her own back to his collar bone to hold her balance, but not her weight. She was so close, but was going to wait. She didn't want this to end and the pleasure coursing through her veins to stop.

She moaned again and continued to rock against his body. causing more pleasure to spike through her. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold off her climax, as she could already feel it threatening to consume her, biting at the base of her spine. She leaned forward once more and kissed him passionately, nibbling on his bottom lip before pulling back and rocking back.

She finally allowed her orgasm to overwhelm her. She rocked back farther to practically be sitting on him, and her head falling back so her hair tumbled down her back. The burning progressed through her entire body, down to her toes and to the tips of her fingers, basing in her groin. Pleasure followed the burning and she cried out, something between a gasp and his name escaping her lips before she began coming down from it, breathing hard.

Body still clenching around him, she continued to rock her hips against him, trying to bring him to his finish as well.

Guenivere moaned as he climaxed inside of her, her hands stroking his chest, and the groan that came from his lips caused her to grin like the Cheshire cat. Suddenly he rolled them over so she was on her back, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist and locking behind his back.

She was still breathing heavy, her breast rising and falling with each breath. Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck as he told her he wanted her again. She sighed playfully, taking her arms off of his neck and laying them back against the pillows. He was definitely in better shape than she if he was ready to go again. She moved her hands up to fend him off, putting them on his chest and, moving her legs, pushing him off of her. "Jesus Christ, Asriel." She joked, still breathing hard.

"Give me a minute." She was still breathing hard, chest rising and falling in a quick pattern as she tried to regain herself. Beside the bed, Ava growled.

You're just asking to get pregnant if you keep going at this rate.

Bite me

Was her simple reply.

She waited until her breathing reduced once more before she turned her head to look at him. "Okay."

Guenivere nearly laughed at how quickly he was on her as soon as she gave him the go. She leaned up and kissed him gently, her hands running down his back in a slow and seductive fashion.

Beside the bed, Ava growled threateningly.

Guenivere, I swear to God, if this man gets you pregnant, I will kill him. I am NOT going through hot flashes and mood swings with you.

He isn't going to get me pregnant.

Guenivere's hands found his hips and pulled him closer, a silent signal that she was ready for him again, and all the while, she was questioning why she had waited so long since the last time she had invited a man to her bed. This man above her was intoxicating, his masculine presence filling the air, his natural smell of woods fire and pine filling her nose.

Suddenly, her eyes glittered with mischief and lust. She moved her legs around his waist and rolled them over. "Stay here." She whispered softly before standing. She moved across the room to where his tie had fallen and picked it up, then came back and climbed on top of him once more. Slowly, she leaned in so her lips were right by his ear. "You said you wanted to be surprised."

Quick as a cat, she tied his tie around his head, using it as a blind fold and covering his eyes so he could not see her. She smirked and leaned in to whisper against his lips. "Be a good boy and I promise I'll let you blindfold me next." She promised sweetly, mischief behind every word. She then moved away from his mouth. And her lips trailed down his neck, slowly, teasingly.

Guenivere found herself laughing when he pushed her away, apparently afraid of her blindfolding him. She knew exactly why. He was afraid she was going to kill him. She sat up, eyes half lidded, her blonde hair falling around her. "Asriel, if you haven't noticed, all my weapons are across the room, with my clothes." She stood up, stepping over Ava swatting at her feet to step in front of Asriel and grasped his hips.

One hand came up and grasped his chin, bringing him down for a kiss. When she pulled away she looked into his eyes, mischief still playing in their gray-blue depths. "I trust you, Asriel, and I don't trust very easily." She kissed his neck gently. "Just come back to bed." She stepped away from him only slightly and took his hand, pulling him with her as she walked backwards towards the bed.

"Please?"