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He wanted to see every flicker of emotion on her face. How her eyes widened as he stretched her. Then stretched her still.
He braced on his arms on either side of her, his body a cage for her much smaller one. His manhood pinned her still beneath him, drilling ever deeper,deeper, until there was no telling where she ended and he began.
She didn’t complain as he made room for himself within her tight sheath, though he could feel the tremors of her body quaking as she struggled to accommodate him, to reform and remold herself around him.
Her hands grasped each of his wrists, holding on, her eyes never leaving his.
It was both heaven and hell to join with her—her body was so hot and tight, squeezing him convulsively, as if it couldn’t make up its mind whether she wanted to pull him in or push him out. Maybe both.
She milked his sensitive cock so well, after he’d just released, that it was the sweetest torment. Darts of pleasure and pain chased each other up and down his shaft, shooting into his stones, radiating from his groin to every extremity.
He was full with seed again; he was always full for her. Always hard for her.
Always wanted this. Dreamed of this.
And now she was truly beneath him, around him, taking him inside of her.
Holding him.
A flood of emotions choked his throat, making him clench his jaw and sever their gaze.
Instead, he looked to where they were joining still, his erection only halfway in.
He rocked his hips in subtle rolls, drilling ever deeper, letting her adjust slowly.
She was wet and slick from his earlier attentions, drenched to the core. Without it, this would have hurt her, no doubt. But her body seemed to know him. It was eager to embrace his.
At last, with a final firm push, he was seated to the hilt within her.
She gasped as if he’d dealt her a mortal wound, her body splayed like a butterfly beneath his, well and truly impaled.
He watched as a deep flush swelled her mons, and a similar flush scattered across her throat and chest.
Just having him inside her like this seemed to bring her pleasure. Her climax was building again.
Thus, he began to move.
Slowly and smoothly, not drawing all the way out. He stroked her with his maleness, his eyes intent upon his task.
Watching his thick, crude stalk tunnel in and out of her soft, glistening folds. How she grasped at him with seeming desperation. The wet sounds of the push and pull. Of her tight, silky core sucking at him, milking him.
He adjusted the angle of his strokes with every moan and breath she involuntarily released. Completely in tune with her body. Knowing by instinct where to stoke her pleasure to its highest peak.
Slowly, methodically, he brought her to the crest, making her throw back her head and expose her long neck in a keening wail. Making her fingers dig into his wrists like claws, and her entire body contract convulsively around him.
He kept her there, holding still for a few moments as she clutched him tight and pulsed around him rhythmically.
Then, when she was still floating on the high, he began to move again, picking up the pace of his strokes, rolling his hips to dig even deeper, pulling almost all the way out, then plunging back in.
He loved her with his whole body. Played her as if she were an instrument made just for him.
He braced his weight on one hand while the other roamed her torso. Lightly caressing her breast and ribs, her small waist and flaring hip. Following his intuition, he swept that same hand back up her body to wrap loosely around her throat.
She gasped loudly as his thumb exerted pressure on her jugular. Her pleasure-glazed eyes stared into his, her mouth falling open on a silent cry.
He wrapped his hand tighter around her, cutting off her air, suspending her expression of bliss for seemingly endless, breath-held moments.
A small eternity.
