'This is...' Layn thought, feeling Irea's body wrapped tightly around his own flesh. 'This feels different,' he thought as the two of them continued their sluggish moves.
Layn's initial plan regarding the wedding consisted of some grand ceremony, a great feast for the entire camp, and then a period of honeymoon during which the two of them could abandon all their worries and just focus on each other. During the last of the mentioned, he obviously projected some steamy and intimate action...
Yet, it all faded away when compared to how he felt right now.
"Moar," Irea whimpered directly in his ear. All four of her limbs were locked at Layn's body, tightening whenever he pushed in, only to relax when he was pulling himself out.
"I love..." Layn whispered only for another spasm of pleasure to cut his sentence in half, "you..." he finished his whisper before sliding his face past Irea's cheek only to take over her sweet lips.
