I settled over her, braced on one arm, and guided my cock through the wet heat between her thighs. Her legs wrapped around my hips.
I stopped with the head of my cock at her entrance.
Daphne looked up at me. "Don't you dare get noble now."
A laugh tore out of me.
Then I pushed inside her.
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out at first. Mine did, a rough, helpless groan as her pussy stretched around me, hot and tight and perfect.
I went slow because I needed to. The quilt bunched under her fingers. Her breath caught against my mouth. This was my bed, my house, Daphne under me because she chose it, and I wanted to remember every inch.
When I was seated deep, I stopped and pressed my forehead to hers.
She touched my jaw. "You're shaking."
"I'm trying not to come."
Her breath caught, and then her smile turned wicked. "Already?"
I pulled back and looked at her.
"That was brave," I said.
"It was honest."
I thrust once, deep and slow.
Her smile vanished on the next breath.
"Still honest?" I asked.
"Yes," she breathed. "Again."
I gave it to her.
Daphne met me every time. Her hands moved over my back, my shoulders, down to my ass when she wanted me harder.
"Yes," she said, pulling me closer. "There. Zane, please. Don't stop."
I watched her take me and stopped pretending I had any distance left.
I got one hand between us and found her clit.
Her eyes went wide. "Zane."
"You've got one more for me."
"I just came."
"I know."
Her laugh broke into a moan as I rubbed her clit in tight circles and kept fucking her. The bed creaked under us. Sun warmed my back. Lake air moved over sweat on my skin. Daphne's body tightened around mine, and I had to grit my teeth against how close I was.
"Look at me," I said.
She looked at me. Her eyes held mine as the next orgasm took her. Her thighs locked around my hips, her pussy clampeddown around my cock, and she cried out loud enough that I was grateful my house sat away from the P-Patch.
