An instant later, he fills me up.
“Oh God,” I gasp involuntarily.
I wind up and down on his length. Hips meeting hips. The friction, pure and beautiful and so f*****g intense that I feel it from head to toe.
He holds me tightly in place, but he lets me take the lead. He doesn’t push into me. He just lies there, allowing me to take this at the pace I want.
I move on top of him slowly, taking the time to kiss his lips, his neck, and his chest.
My breasts spill out into his face and his tongue laps at my n*****s for a few moments before I put my hands on his chest and start riding him a little faster. Then he throws his head back and groans, a masculine sound that rumbles from him and through me and just takes everything one notch higher.
I press deep onto him. Rise up and slide down ag
