RIKA
They took their time undressing each other and kissing, stroking, still on their feet, Rika becoming accustomed to him in this space.
Gar kept whispering in her ear, checking in, meeting her eyes as he touched, measuring her fear.
And her fear was wavering—sometimes jerking her out of the gorgeous sensations of his fingers on her skin, other times fading completely so she was consumed with him.
But there was no doubt she hadn't relaxed here yet, in his space. She wanted to find the abandon she'd had that morning in the cave.
"Lay down on the bed, on your stomach," she whispered, breathless.
Gar, his chest rising and falling with his breath beginning to labor, pulled back to look at her carefully. "Are you sure you're okay? We don't have to—"
