Arthur/Lyanna

His cock was so hard that he longed to bury himself inside her. He wanted to flip them over so that he was the one on top, and not her, to thrust himself into her wet warmth until he found the satisfaction she denied him.

Yet he didn't. He had his pride. So he clung to his pride.

With Lyanna's mouth close to his ear, she asked, "Are you ready to be taken?"

She didn't wait for him to answer. Instead, she positioned herself above him.

Arthur's breathing skittered as his lover started slowly rubbing herself against his jutting manhood, and felt how damp she was between the legs.

And the fragile hold Arthur had over his control broke at once.

Grabbing a hold of Lyanna's hips, Arthur stopped her teasing and slowly pressed her sex against his, easing his way into her slowly, but surely. He heard Lyanna moaned and felt her tremble at his intrusion.

The silence between them was profound, punctuated by their harsh breathing.

The world did not exist except them, until at last he filled her completely.

Lyanna tilted her hips and Arthur moved to bury himself entirely into her. A cascade of pleasure raced up his bloodstream as he finally drove home.

He couldn't help but groan at the tight sensation.

"I love you," he said to her as Lyanna began to ride him hard.

"As I love you." he heard her say a moment later while they work their way into sweet oblivion.