I think its time...

Massaging her breast, tweaking the now fully extended nipple, seeing the flush on her face and neck, he decides to give her other breast equal attention.

The already extended and thickened nipple seems to beg for more. so he breaks the kiss off, to slowly kiss across the line of her jaw, to her earlobe, where he lightly nips and sucks as he hears groans escape from Spring's throat.

Continuing down the side of her throat with the occasional tongue flicker as a companion to his soft and warm lips, he finally reaches her breast. Moving his mouth over the areola, he sucks in the perky nipple. At her gasp, he smiles. Lightly teasing it with his teeth, he can feel the wetness releasing from her groin. Spring shudders on top of him as she begins to understand what he meant when he said he would show her what it meant to be truly loved.

Of course, now he has to control himself. Here is a young, stunningly beautiful young, naked woman, wet in the right place, squirming in his equally naked lap. He is not ready to enter her waiting void yet, wanting to give her a world of pleasure before that happens. His right hand gently gripping and guiding her breast, his left continues to massage, stroke and explore the marvelous curves of her taut, firm ass. He also uses it to keep them from completing the joining that both of their bodies are inevitably heading to. He switches his mouth to the other breast, moving his now free hand to join the other.

“Spring, I think its time, but just say stop if you feel frightened or uncomfortable. The first time may be painful at first, but it will be replaced with other, better feelings soon enough.” Kiril looks deeply into her eyes. Then slowly, but firmly moves her so the tip of his engorged member is positioned at her entrance. He moves his hips upward, and begins to enter her. Carefully he watches her face, prepared to stop, not wanting to, but prepared to. He will do nothing to ruin her first real experience, as he yearns for a lifetime of continuance with her.

Seeing no distress, hearing no commands or pleas to stop, hearing instead moans of intense pleasure, he continues until he is completely sheathed, breaking through her resisting hymen, but seeing, hearing, no signs of distress from her. Letting both of them adjust to the new feelings, he pauses for several seconds, before slightly holding her light, but so enticingly curved body, off his hips, he starts a steady stroking. At first it is slow, and steady, but as she becomes accustomed to the feelings, he then increases the speed of his strokes.

He can see that she is now fully aroused, as indeed, he is also. The motion becomes faster, and faster yet. Just as he senses her climax, his own rising to join hers, he uses his left hand to pull her mouth down to his, having abandoned the breast sometime in the last few minutes. Their crescendo, the tribute to a physical manifestation of young lovers, is met by moans and soft cries of pleasure; of release.

After awhile, regaining his composure, and breath, he says, “There is more, much more yet to show you, for you to experience. But, how are you feeling, My Love? Ci velethril nîn (You are my Love).”