Bathing within the ethereal glow of the moon's cloak, the scarred man instructed his less experienced lover in the ways of intimacy without a spoken word to aid her during the controlled crash course; his sporadic grunts and groans were lessons to be learned, as they were not without their reason or purpose. Diligent as he was in communicating to her body what it was to expect and how to respond, he lost himself at times, his hips swinging of their own accord, greedily taking their fill of the receptacle his love muscle plundered. By this point, they had been conducting such a rigorous continuous exercise that he could feel his knees begin to ache, his thighs burning in protest of continuing on; he had lost track of time, of how long they had been combined at the hip and wondered just how much longer they should continue. Even as the thought crossed his mind, a commanding voice within his head hastily pushed it aside; they weren't quite finished, not yet by a long shot anyway. He had more to give, more to show, more for them both to experience that he couldn't possibly think of calling it a night now. Silas grinned into the flesh of Ava's neck, his teeth bared as he relentlessly assaulted her body which was now devoid of its innocence. His unruly hands roamed and pawed at her delectable body, squeezing and massaging her various smooth, slick surfaces; once or twice, his fingers crawled to the base of her neck, poised as he considered diving into the dark recesses of his fetishes. After careful consideration, the thought subsided and he returned his hands to her hips, his better judgment ultimately coming through in the end. She was handling the situation extremely well, which came as a bit of a surprise to him; he could sense her discomfort when the pain hit and could tell that maybe she was having second thoughts, as is usually the case. But she said nothing to stop what he was doing, she didn't try to move away to retreat from what was occurring; her resolve to see through the initial roughness was commendable, but the trust she had in him to not harm her was what he really cherished. It was of course something that stoked his internal fire even more, but even as they engaged in their naughty deed, he could tell that it was something he would reflect upon and give great thought to later. Silas came to an abrupt stop, his barrel chest heaving up and down, meshing with Ava's plush breasts as he gasped for air. He was worn out, severely lacking in both energy and stamina, partly due to the injuries and travel catching up to him. But he had performed well under those same circumstances for days now, so it was an excuse he refused to acknowledge. He slowly pushed himself away from the blonde, their sticky abdomens hesitant to release one another from their bond. Back upon a vertical base, Silas gingerly withdrew himself from his lover, his stiff organ slathered in their combined arousal. He oozed and dripped, the cold night air causing him to yearn for Ava's warm interior. He outstretched a hand and took one of Ava's in his, pulling the blonde first up into a sitting position and then onto her feet, supporting her wracked body with his other arm. He looked down slightly, observing her physical condition; she looked drained and ready for rest, but her eyes were hungry, peering into his, silently pleading for more. Whether or not that was actually the case, he knew not but he proceeded by picking the slender woman up into his arms. Her familiar weight was comforting, her slim frame sliding onto his as if it were the missing piece to a puzzle. Silas wrapped her legs around him once again, feeling her arms automatically snake around his neck. His large hands slid up her legs and found the soft cheeks of her backside, palms filled to the brim with her flesh. Fingers digging in, he lowered her body onto his, their respective sexual orhans reintroduced to one another. Silas stood tall, his back straight and his legs rigid; his eyes were engaging Ava's, his gaze unwavering as he began to slide the woman up and down upon his phallus, slowly at first but rapidly approaching the pace they had reached upon the table. She bounced almost effortlessly after only a few moments, his hands there just to steady and balance her by this point. He groaned her name, the low, guttural word forced through clenched teeth; only a few minutes had escaped him and already he could feel his insides churning. He was close to reaching his peak, after all this time, and was eagerly awaiting its arrival. She began to move slowly now, his strokes drawn out over many seconds, causing him to not only stretch her, but for him to experience every inch of her stubbornly tight walls. The sensation drove the wind from his chest as he repeated the process over and over, drawing ever closer to his climax. "Ava..," he whispered breathlessly, his voice hardly audible. He could wait no more. His body gave a tremendous shudder to announce the arrival of his climax and then it was upon him, draining what was left of his vitality directly into Ava's body. The sensation shocked his senses and lasted quite longer than he had anticipated, and in response, he clutched the woman as closely to himself as he could as he gave her his seed.