Their kiss was soft. It was sweet.
It was slow.
“Sometimes it’s nice to just lie like this, don’t you think?”
“I do,” he said, his mouth opening, her tongue sliding in.
He was going to let her set the pace. Let her show him what she wanted.
What she was feeling.
The kiss didn’t deepen more. It didn’t lessen either.
It just…stayed solid. Formidable.
Like she knew she had all the time in the world and wanted to stay right here and enjoy every minute of it.
But when she ground against his dick, there was only so much he could take.
He lifted some, trying to get her to get the hint.
When she didn’t, he unlaced one hand and slid his fingers down her ribs, over her hips, then helped line his dick up in place and lifted.
She inched down at the same time, the two of them one.
So simple.
So easy.
Like everything he wanted what they had to be.
The rest of the world was silent at the moment.
It was the two of them at peace like something he’d never felt before.
He was lifting and lowering, she was pushing him back and rising.
Their tongues were replicating the same motions as their mouths.
Their fingers joined again, multiple parts of their bodies tangled as if one.
She turned her head, angling the kiss more.
This time it was deeper.
This time it was harder.
The same with her hips.
The motion was faster, they were both climbing.
Both feeling the same and ready to reach that peak.
His abs were burning from the workout, his body built a sheen of sweat, but he wasn’t stopping and neither was she.
Not until they got to the end.
Not until they both felt the same release.
