“I love you too. I never stopped,” he whispers against my ear, his voice strained with emotion.
Rion’s touch is gentle as he sets me on the counter. His fingers run through my hair, then trace the curve of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
His hands wander down my body, teasing and exploring every inch of my skin until they reach my core. His touch is tender, almost reverent.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks, seeking my consent once more before continuing.
I nod, and Rion helps me strip off my clothes before removing his own.
His body looks sculpted by the gods. He has a detailed V pointing down to his large, straight, and thick cock. I feel like it’s calling my name.
Before I can move closer, he gently parts my thighs and leans down, his warm breath fanning against my core. As his tongue makes contact, I gasp like a jolt of electricity has surged through me. He starts slow, languidly swirling his tongue around, savoring me. With every flick, every caress, the pleasure builds, and I can’t help but thread my fingers through his blond locks, urging him on.
The kitchen counter is cold under me, a contrast to his warm mouth.
“Rion,” I moan, my voice barely a whisper.
He takes this as encouragement, increasing both the speed and pressure of his movements. It’s as if he knows exactly what I need, each stroke of his tongue hitting the right spots, making my body quiver with unbridled ecstasy.
“Rion, I… I love you so much,” I manage to breathe out, my heart pounding against my chest as I shatter around his tongue.
“I love you too, Anna” he murmurs against me, his words sending vibrations through my body, amplifying the pleasure even further as I come down.
As he slowly rises from his previous position, our eyes lock, and I see a burning passion in his green gaze that mirrors my own.
“You want more?” Rion asks softly, giving me a chance to confirm my consent before taking the next step.
“So badly,” I reply with sincerity, my heart racing with anticipation.
He nods, his hands gradually moving up my thighs as he positions himself at my entrance. The connection we share feels electric, and as Rion pushes into me, we both gasp at the sensation. He does it gently, gauging my reaction and adjusting accordingly. It’s clear that he wants this to be perfect for me, and I appreciate his thoughtfulness more than I can say.
This feels like more than just sex. It’s connection and intimacy. He’s showing me how much he cares.
The feeling of his bare cock inside me feels like the closest two people can be.
“Anna, you feel incredible,” Rion breathes out, his voice strained with desire.
I lean back and accidentally knock some utensils on the floor but both of us ignore it.
“Rion… keep going,” I encourage him, lacing my fingers through his.
Rion pushes into me over and over, filling me. His movements are slow and deliberate. The counter has no give making every thrust hit harder.
Every stroke of his cock hitting my G-spot.
“Anna, I never want this to end,” Rion confesses, his voice thick with emotion.
“Neither do I,” I admit. “But we will do this a million more times.”
His pace quickens until I’m screaming his name and coming all over his cock.
I can feel my pussy milking him. I’m shocked when he doesn’t orgasm with me.
The air around us is thick with passion, and every brush of Rion’s skin against mine feels like a surge of electricity. I cling to him as he never stops moving.
It feels as if every nerve ending in my body is on fire, fueling an intensity that threatens to consume me.
Rion grips my ass and angles me up off the counter so he can press into me easier. He leans over and presses his nose to mine until I’m staring into those green eyes.
