My tip glided along her swollen lips, then I raised my hips to draw my cock back along her quivering pussy, slowly, gradually, until finally, the head was at the bottom of her pussy.
Like a flower closing for the night, her arms and legs softly closed around me, playing with my movement, guiding our motion.
“Please,” she begged.
“Patience,” I whispered.
I slid my cock slowly along her slick, wet pussy, brushing over her clit again. After a few full strokes, when I reached the deepest glide between her thighs, I pressed my tongue flat against her breast. As I thrust forward, I dragged my tongue upward over the curve of her soft breast, across her chest, and up to the sensitive line of her neck.
And then I slid my cock back down again… and then forward.
“Oh, god!” she gasped.
It hasn’t been six full slow strokes before I realize how close she is.
How much her walls are already clenching around my cock.
I felt her cunt wrap tight around my cock after the tip slipped inside. More slowly than our stroking, I pushed into her even as her muscles drew me deeper.
“God, yes!” she screamed.
“Take it like the good girl you are,tesoro.”
I deepened my thrusts, pushing more into her, my hard cock disappearing into her, filling, stretching, being consumed. Our bodies collided in one rhythm, as did our gasps.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
Locked together now, we continued moving at the same slow pace.
Our long, slow strokes continue for a while, over and over.
Slowly and again deeply and over and over until we were shaking.
Her legs were wrapped tightly across the small of my back, her feet crossed above my butt, locking us together.
“Just like that, please,” she whispered, her body jerking under mine.
“Like that?” I asked, fastening the thrusts, then slowing them down again.
She closed her eyes for a second, bit her lip, then looked at her and nodded. “Like that.”
“I could get used to this,” she whispered, her head resting over my heart.
The silk sheets tangled around us, warm and weightless, like a blessing we’d finally earned.
“You should,” I murmured against her hair. “I don’t see this changing.”
Her soft laugh vibrated through me. “Neither do I.”
She kissed me slowly at first, then deeper, like she was sealing a promise. The duvet slipped to the floor, but neither of us cared. When she finally pulled back, her eyes flicked to the clock.
“I should get dressed.”
I caught her wrist and drew her back. “You’re perfect right here.”
Her brow arched playfully. “Oh?”
“Oh, yes.”
