Apparently encouraged by her playful “love tap," Cayson began to move against Riot. At first, there was no rhythm to his movements, and he fumbled a little. But when the thill scooted herself downwards the tiniest bit so that she was perfectly flat on the bed, and then drew her knees up farther to wrap her legs tightly around the arden’s waist, the new angle seemed to help quite a lot. Now, as he began to thrust, slowly at first but then faster, Riot rocked her own hips to meet his, and their motions fell into sync. Now that they had a true pace, Riot was able to let her mind cease for a little as she let her heart and body guide her. Just having Cayson inside of her had been wonderful, but as he ground against her now and she rose to meet him, the thill finally knew rapture. Case’s gentle kisses on her face and neck also helped, and before they were even three minutes in, Riot picked up a regular pattern of breathy moans and guttural purrs, which were loudest whenever Cayson made a particularly intense downwards thrust. Cayson’s hands were busy supporting him, but Riot’s were fairly free to roam. She distractedly pried her fingers away from his biceps, and rubbed her warm hands up along the length of his arms and over his shoulder blades. For a good minute, she simply rubbed her fingers in slow circles along his upper back, but then her hands moved to the back of his neck, and her digits found the necklace again. For the second time, she took a light hold on the choker and drew Case’s face to hers, and as she gave him a rather erotic kiss, she moaned against his mouth. When it was over, she then nuzzled against his cheek, just below his eye, before turning her head slightly and quite heatedly sticking her tongue in his ear.
Cayson was breathing quite raggedly now. Purrs and other such sounds of enjoyment were rolling off his tongue once he and Riot found their rhythm. The arden was finding their synced motions intense. The only thing that he could really think about at that moment was simply how good it all felt. The feeling of Riot moving both with and against him was incredible. So much so that Cayson was in quite in a state of rapture. Riot's kisses were so sweet. Her touches so immensely pleasurable. It was Riot's latest move – her tongue inside his ear – that drove the arden over the top. Before he even had a chance to fully realize what was happening, Cayson ejaculated. Adding the hot warmth of his semen to Riot's own warmth. Simultaneously, Cayson let out a strange sound. It wasn't a scream, yet it bordered on one as it mingled in with a purl. The arden then tried to keep up with his motions... yet was now finding it fruitless. Already his body was becoming slow and starting to cool down. And Riot? Riot seemed to be missing something. Rather immediately a feeling not too unlike shame started to settle in his belly. Cayson withdrew his penis from Riot. Still leaning over her, he buried his muzzle into the side of her neck as he let his arms wrap around her. He then let out a soft and sympathetic purr. “I'm sorry Ri'ni... I guess we'll just have to keep on trying until we get it right. That is, if you'll let me."
Just as Riot rapidly twisted her tongue and withdrew it from the arden’s ear, she felt the slightest change in Case’s movements. Then, rather abruptly, she could feel his penis contracting as he orgasmed inside of her. The warm, wet sensation of Cayson’s forceful ejaculation into her cervix was accompanied by a rather peculiar, purling cry from him, and then he began to slow in his movements. As a matter of natural course, his erection had been spent and he was cooling down, unable to continue his thrusting movements successfully even after an attempt or two. As he finally came to a stop and pulled his penis out from within her vagina, Riot simply froze. An awful feeling cropped up in her belly, as if someone had hit her there and knocked the wind out of her. She had been very close, but Cayson’s quick and unexpected orgasm had put a stopper in their rhythm. There was nothing much either of them could do about it, and she knew that, but as the frustration sat in the pit of her stomach like a cold stone, Riot couldn’t help but momentarily lose her confidence and cool, ball her fists, and press them hard into her eyes so as to stop herself from bursting into upset, uncomfortable tears. Even as she did this, Cayson hovered over her, apologetic words on his lips as he nuzzled her and then put his arms around her in a sympathetic cuddle. She could tell from the tone of his voice that he felt bad, and she wanted to reassure him that it was okay and that she understood, but for a moment the thill simply could not speak. She had to take a few deep breaths and steady herself so that the discomfort and disappointment didn’t show in her own voice. “It’s okay, Case’sla," she was eventually able to say, and she withdrew her balled fists from her eyes, and reached up to delicately place her hands on either side of Cayson’s face. “Don’t feel bad. It’s going to take practice to get it perfect, right? Of course we can try again. Many, many, many times." Riot took another deep breath then. She was still feeling the resultant pangs of an abrupt withdrawal. There was a hypersensitive and dull ache between her legs, and she almost wanted to reach down and touch herself, or even ask Cayson to do so. But, to be honest, she didn’t want to masturbate, without or without help, nor did she even want him to offer her oral teases again. She wanted to experience an orgasm from their lovemaking, and although this round had been lacking for her, she was eager to try again. Whenever he was ready to start again, she was too. “Just let me know when you’re ready for foreplay, round two…" Riot purred with a short laugh, and she arched her neck upwards to place an affectionate lick on the arden’s cheek. She still felt frustrated and halted, but as each minute passed the dissatisfaction ebbed out of her and she loosened up more, ready to prepare for the second turn. “And maybe we can try a different position, to see if I can come first, or at the same time? Maybe me on top, or in your lap?" she then pinned on delicately, feeling almost “selfish" for making this request. But while Cayson’s release would mark the end of their intercourse, Riot could have one and continue… so it only seemed practical. And she knew the arden would do whatever he could to make her feel good too.
So much for their first time. A rather twisted feeling had cropped up in Cayson's stomach. He was feeling quite bad now. He felt as if he had failed. Cayson nibbled tenderly at Riot's neck before another wave of new emotions washed over him. The orange arden definitely wasn't one to wallow in his own shortcomings, no matter how potentially detrimental they might be. Things really only could get better from here on in ─ right? It was only natural for one's first time to be “less than perfect." With practice, it could only get better. It was just like Riot said. Cayson let himself slip off of Riot as he purred, a bit of a playful note in his voice. “Shouldn't be too long. There's benefits to being young. I mean, before, I've well, heh..." A smug smile was on Cayson's face as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. His right leg lay half folded underneath him while his left remained splayed off to the side. He then reached for Riot and pulled her up into a sitting position before releasing her. “We can try any position you'd like as well. You know I don't mind experimenting," as he spoke, Cayson gently ran the fingers of his right hand over his penis. Delicately brushing at the blue band that surrounded it. It was still damp from having been inside Riot. The thought of this caused Cayson to almost jump in response to his own gentle touching. Truthfully, after their brief intercourse, the arden hadn't gone completely flaccid. He'd cooled off substantially though and it was that lost heat that he was attempting to regain at that moment. A task that was proving to be quite easy. The mere thought of Riot had often times made him instantly obtain an erection. Cayson's eyes drifted up to glance at Riot. She had been watching the movements of his hand, and so it took her a while to notice that he was watching her watch him. There was something in the thill's eyes that Cayson found rather excitable. It was rather voyeuristic. Cayson let go of himself, having hardly needed the extra stimulation. He moved his right leg so that he was no longer sitting on it, then extended a hand to Riot. “Round two?"
It was with a nibble and a purr that Cayson lifted himself off Riot, situating himself into a sitting position near her legs. Though he still seemed to feel guilty for having come so quickly, the thill could see that he was getting over it and playfully preparing himself for the second round. His mischievous quip exemplified this, and earned a short laugh and an affectionately quirked eyebrow from Riot as Cayson pulled her, too, into an upright position. By now, the disappointed ache between her legs had disappeared, and a smile could be found on Riot’s face as Case talked, her ears flicking in time with his soothing, masculine voice. Even as the arden spoke and she listened, she saw his hand move to touch his penis, his fingers brushing gently at it as he aroused himself over again. Riot’s mismatched eyes couldn’t help but become entranced by this sight – she watched raptly as Cayson stroked himself, a curl at the edges of her mouth as the stimulation quickly reawakened his erection. After a few moments of watching, the thill glanced up and noticed that Case’s eyes were on her face. His look was intense but fond, and she returned it with a playful smile. It was obvious that he’d been watching her watch him, and had not been bothered by the idea of it at all. Perhaps her “voyeurism" was even the reason he had been able to stimulate himself again so quickly – maybe it was a turn-on. When the arden had become sufficiently hard again, he let go of himself and moved so that he was sitting more symmetrically, his feet out in front of him. His multihued hand then reached out for Riot’s, and her heart skipped a beat as she easily grasped his fingers and tugged herself towards him. It was obvious that he was game for the idea of her sitting in his lap – and for the moment he was giving her the lead so that she could position herself comfortably and perhaps even begin the motions. After pulling herself towards him, Riot crept into a squatting position over Cayson’s lap and then released his hand and put both of hers on his shoulders to support herself. There was no tentativeness as she then glanced down between their close bodies, for a moment pausing as if pondering what to do. She could easily just sit astride him and guide his penis into her, but where was the fun in that? Where was the foreplay? Before the insertion, the thill wanted to engage him – and herself – in a little bit of teasing pleasure. After a moment of thought, Riot carefully balanced herself over Case and freed her hands. Her right reached down and took a gentle hold of Cayson’s penis, and for a moment, she just froze like that, cradling him, as if savoring the warmth and weight of him between her white fingers. In the next moment, though, her digits stroked downwards and then wrapped tightly around the base of his erection in a steadying manner, and her left hand joined in the picture. She did not touch the arden with it, but instead applied it to herself, dividing her fingers to hold herself open as she then squatted further down and rubbed their respective sexual organs together in a direct and extremely pleasurable erotic massage. Focusing mainly on grinding the head of his penis lightly against her clitoris – hotspot against hotspot. Though the resultant sensations were some of the best Riot had felt so far, after only a brief moment, she stopped, and looked into Cayson’s face. It was apparent that he had enjoyed the mutual rubbing, but now he was – they both were – prepared and eager for intercourse once more. Emitting a soft purr, Riot’s studded tongue slipped out and gave the arden a lick on the nose. She then removed her left hand from her vulva and slung it up and around Cayson’s neck. The other was still wrapped about his erection, and as the thill now lowered herself into a full sitting position, her legs straddling his and their fronts coming in contact, she used her grip to direct him. She guided his penis into her vagina carefully and slowly due to the angle, and when he was completely inside, she then released him and hugged her right arm, too, about his shoulders. The missionary position had been close and exciting, but as Riot now hugged against Cayson, so much of their exposed bodies came into contact – her breasts were snugly held against his own, harder pectoral muscles, their bellies were close together, and, of course, their pelvises were braced against each other. It was an unmatched level of intimacy that they had reached now, and as Riot nuzzled against the corner of Case’s mouth to solicit a kiss, she bounced slightly against him, inviting him to thrust, knowing there was no possible way this turn wouldn’t be wonderful for her. “Just take it slow at first, Cayson’ni," she breathed softly against his blue, foxlike ear after breaking off their tender kiss. “It’s a deep angle and I have a small voodlestrathen, and your woodle definitely isn’t small," she purred, giggling as she buried her banded muzzle in the side of his neck and waited for the arden to commence with his movements.
“You know, I think I like it when you watch me," Cayson said soon after Riot took hold of his hand and scooted herself closer to him. There was something very erotic about Riot watching him. As if having a witness to the act of masturbation suddenly gave it much more meaning. Of course, what was having a witness compared to having a willing participant? Cayson could feel his heart thudding in his chest again. It was the anticipation that was causing the fire inside of him to burn brighter. Hotter. Perhaps that was where Cayson's tail flame was. On the interior instead of the exterior... supplying him with hot, fiery passion. Poetic. Unlikely, but it was a rather delectable thought. Riot had now positioned herself over him. For a moment Cayson thought that she was hesitating. That perhaps maybe she was having second thoughts about the position, or perhaps even him. He was going to be quick with soothing and calm words if so. They, or he rather, had somewhat rushed through their first time, so perhaps attempting to take things slower this time around would be better for the both of them. Just when Cayson was about to speak up, Riot's hand wrapped itself around his penis. A small “Oh..." dropped from the arden's mouth. Riot's touch was extremely pleasurable. She seemed content to simply hold him for a moment. While still within the thill's grip, Cayson softly traced his left hand along Riot's exposed thigh. Here again the urge to simply jump her was strong, yet he held back. Riot had shifted her position on top of him, and now, still holding onto his penis, was rubbing herself with it. Cayson let out a strained gasp, his eyes riveted upon Riot. This had to be one of the most sensual things that he had ever watched her do before. The feelings themselves were remarkable as well, and Cayson could sense that his partner was deriving pleasure from the motions as well. Perhaps round two was going to be much better. After rubbing against one another for a while – Cayson finding this method of teasing very effective to the point where he felt much like writhing – Riot gave him a lick on the nose then wrapped her arm around his neck. Instinctively, Case's own arms wrapped around Riot, holding her as she balanced and moved once more on top of him. Then using her free hand, Riot guided Cayson's penis inside of her. Cayson groaned quietly from the initial insertion. It was really no wonder to him that sex was all the rage. The two of them were molded together now. Stomach to stomach, breast to breast. Cayson then returned Riot's kiss with a lingering one of his own. Just then though, Riot chose to bounce. Her motion caused an even louder groan to come out of the arden. “Slow, oh, I'll try Ri'ni," Cayson said as even then he rocked his hips upwards. This angle would take some getting used to. His arms rubbed up and down along Riot's backside as he leaned into her and again ground his hips upwards. “Would you like to set the pace?" he asked her. Before Riot had ample enough time to reply though, the arden found Riot's mouth for her. His kissed her heavily, letting his tongue slide in with hers as he again moved his hips. The friction between their two bodies in this particular position was astonishing. The feel of Riot's breasts against his chest, in fact, the feel of her entire body against his was vastly pleasing. Even as Cayson continued their kiss, his hands traveled along Riot's body. At first they simply lingered up around the sensitive flesh around Riot's neck, then they dropped, kneading along Riot's back before cupping her buttocks.
Having every inch of their bare bodies in contact was a sexual pleasure all its own. The sense of intimacy was incomparable to anything Riot had experienced before, and it was made even more wonderful when Cayson brought his hands into the picture. His finely muscled arms wrapped about Riot’s body in a sensual embrace, and his fingers then rubbed and stroked along her back, first warm against her nape before falling down to massage along her lower back. Eventually, his hands took up a more permanent station, cupping her hindquarters even as the arden began to buck his hips upwards and set a slow and steady pace. The sensation of Cayson driving himself into her from this angle momentarily stunned Riot into total silence. It was much deeper than the missionary position, and this new depth caused another period of mild discomfort even as he rocked upwards again. Like before, the dull ache disappeared almost instantly – the short but intense foreplay had once again provided an ample amount of wetness to facilitate intercourse – and suddenly an overwhelming sense of pleasure sprang up within the thill’s lower body. Said feeling was intensified upon the third thrust, and Riot innately knew that this angle was causing Cayson’s penis to rub almost directly against the sensitive nerves of her g-spot. Finally, Riot found her vocal chords once again. She purred rather deeply, and when the arden asked if she would like to set the pace, she opened her mouth to respond affirmatively. However, before she could reply, Case leaned forwards and incited a pleasurably erotic kiss, his tongue pushing into her mouth and wrestling playfully with hers. The thill closed her mismatched eyes as the exchange continued, only opening them once more when the kiss eventually broke off and Cayson bucked yet again, obviously eager to find a mutual rhythm with her. “This feels…" the thill spoke, her voice a bit of a moan. She paused for a moment, considering how to match his rhythm and make him feel as good as he was making her feel. “…so good," she eventually purred before once more letting her tongue dart out, this time to place an affectionate lick on Cayson’s brightly colored cheekbone. Just as her voice tapered off, Riot glanced between them as if in brief concentration. In the next moment, she began to move her own hips against the arden’s, grinding downwards even as he rose upwards. The sensations caused by these movements caused the thill to shudder in a rather delicious fashion, and even as he rocked his pelvis upwards, she continued to press herself down and into him, forcing his penis yet deeper into her body and causing the shaft of it to rub pleasingly against her vulva. It did not take long for their motions to sync, and Riot soon realized she would achieve an orgasm within minutes with the way things were going. She doubted Cayson was far behind her on the pleasure scale, but just to ensure that they would peak at nearly the same time – or simultaneously, which would make Riot’s day – she took things a step farther. Even as they rocked against one another, she voluntarily squeezed her inner muscles so that her vaginal walls tightened around the arden’s penis, causing yet more friction. She knew this would help him along quite nicely… not to mention that the subsequent thrusts also felt more gratifying for her. “By the way," she said, speaking up once more, her voice catching in spots and sounding more breathy than usual. “I love watching you… but I like letting you make love to me even better," she purled, hoping her words would excite him and perhaps help push him over the edge, for Riot could feel her own peak swiftly approaching and nothing could cap their anniversary better than being held in each other’s arms and coming in tandem.
