“That’s it,” I murmur between strokes, my voice muffled against her. “Let me hear you, baby. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
Her cries grow louder, more desperate, and I know she’s close, teetering on the edge. I double down, sucking her clit into my mouth, holding her open, vulnerable, and entirely mine.
Her thighs tremble against my palms as I rise to my feet, towering over her. My hands slide up her body, slow and deliberate, taking in the sight of her—flushed, breathless, and so beautifully undone. Her leggings and panties lay crumpled on the ground and her sweater is long forgotten. The soft lighting glows against her bare skin, every inch of her laid out for me like a work of art.
I lean in close, kissing her deeply, my fingers brushing over the thin straps of her bra before slipping them down her arms. She gasps as the lace falls away, her nipples hardening in the cool air. My lips trail down her neck, then lower, capturing one peak with a flick of my tongue. Her hands tangle in my hair, holding me close, her body arching into mine.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmur, pulling back just enough to catch her gaze. “Every part of you, baby. I’m going to ruin you tonight, make you forget everything but how good I make you feel.”
Her lips part, a soft moan escaping as I step back and reach for the hem of my shirt. Her eyes stay locked on me as I pull it over my head, tossing it aside. Her gaze dips lower, following the movement of my hands as I unbuckle my belt and push my jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion. My cock springs free, hard and aching for her, and I watch her swallow, her breath hitching.
She reaches for me, her delicate fingers curling around my length, and I groan, low and guttural, as she gives me a slow, teasing stroke. “Fuck,” I hiss, gripping her wrist gently to stop her. “If you keep doing that, I won’t last long enough to bury myself inside you.”
Her lips curve into a sly smile, but I don’t give her a chance to respond. I take myself in hand, pumping slowly, watching the way her eyes darken, the way her thighs clench at the sight. “You want this, don’t you?” I ask, my voice rough. “You want me to fill you up, fuck you raw the way you love?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice trembling with need. “Please.”
“You’ve been mine for over a year,” I say, stroking myself as I step closer. “No condoms, no barriers. Just me, giving you everything. And every time, you take it so fucking well.” I guide the tip of my cock to her entrance, dragging it through her slick folds, teasing her as she gasps and writhes beneath me. “You’re so wet, baby. So ready for me. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Waiting for me to fuck this perfect little pussy.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, her hands clutching at my arms as I press just the tip inside her. “God, yes.”
I groan as her heat wraps around me, and I push in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way she stretches to take me. “That’s it,” I murmur, my voice thick with need. “Take me, baby. Take every inch. You feel that? That’s me, filling you up. Exactly where I belong.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I sink deeper, her head falling back, a soft cry spilling from her lips. “You’re so tight,” Irasp, pausing when I’m fully inside her, letting her adjust. “So fucking perfect, baby. This is mine, all mine.”
“Yours,” she whispers, her voice barely audible as her body trembles against me.
I pull back, almost all the way out, before driving into her again, harder this time, drawing a sharp gasp from her. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, and I groan at the way she clenches around me, her body so responsive, so utterly mine.
“You love this, don’t you?” I say, my pace quickening as I thrust into her, each stroke hitting deeper, harder. “You love the way I fill you up, the way I make you scream. Say it, baby. Tell me how much you love this.”
“I love it,” she cries, her voice breaking as she clings to me. “I love you. God, I love you.
“I love you so much,” she whispers, her voice breaking, and those words undo me completely. My body responds instinctively, hips driving forward in a deep, hard thrust that makes her cry out, her fingers clutching at my arms. I pause, my forehead pressed to hers, forcing myself to breathe, to focus.
“Am I hurting you, baby?” I ask softly, my hands bracketing her hips as I hold still inside her. “Tell me if it’s too much. I’ll stop.”
She shakes her head, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants. “No, I’m okay,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against mine. “You’re perfect. Just . . . don’t stop.”
Still, I’m careful, mindful of the delicate balance between giving her everything and protecting her from pain. My hands shift, one sliding to cradle her lower back, supporting her as I adjust my angle. “Tell me if anything changes, okay? I need you to feel good, baby.”
She nods, her eyes hazy with pleasure, and I start to move again, gradually building a steady rhythm. My thrusts are deep and deliberate, my movements precise as I watch her everyreaction. Her moans spill freely now, her body arching into mine as I drive her higher, every stroke calculated to wring more pleasure from her.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “You’re taking me so well, baby. So fucking perfect, like you were made for me. Do you feel how deep I am? How I’m filling you up?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her head falling back, exposing the delicate curve of her throat. “God, yes.”
My hand slides up to cup her jaw, tilting her face back to me. “Look at me,” I growl, my pace quickening just enough to make her breath hitch. “I want to see those pretty eyes when I make you come. You’re so beautiful like this, so perfect for me.”
Her eyes flutter open, glassy with desire, and the sight is enough to drive me wild. I thrust harder now, still careful not to press too much weight against her, but enough to send her spiraling. Her cries grow louder, her body trembling as she teeters on the edge.
“Come for me, baby,” I urge, my voice rough with need. “Be my good girl and let go. Let me feel you.”
Her hands clutch at my back, her nails digging in as her body tightens around me, and then she shatters. Her cry is loud and broken, her thighs trembling as her release crashes over her. The sight, the sound, the feel of her coming undone beneath me—it’s almost too much.
“That’s it,” I murmur, slowing my movements just enough to draw out her pleasure, to ride the waves with her. “So good for me, baby. You’re so fucking perfect.”
Her body relaxes in the aftermath, but I’m still throbbing with need, desperate for my own release. Her eyes meet mine, heavy-lidded and still full of desire, and she gives me a soft, breathless smile. “I want you to come, too,” she whispers. “I want to feel you.”
