He chuckled then—a slow, deliberate sound that rumbled from his chest as I convulsed beneath him. My body trembled, spent, and I sank into the mattress, struggling to catch my breath. He let me.
“There now,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “Take it easy.”
His hips began to move again, but slower this time. He wasn’t rushing, wasn’t pounding. Just gentle, steady strokes that gave my body time to adjust, to mold around him all over again.
He kissed me—soft, lingering, tender. Not like before.
No, this was different.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say it wasn’t just s*x. It felt like something deeper… like making love to someone you couldn’t live without.
But as the heat built again, his rhythm changed—his thrusts growing deeper, stronger. The pleasure coiled tight, climbin
