The anticipation was maddening, every nerve in my body alight with desire as he positioned himself at my entrance.
I braced myself, my fingers curling against the wall, and when he finally pushed inside, I couldn’t help the cry that escaped me.
He stilled for a moment, letting me adjust to the sheer fullness of him, his hands gripping my hips like they were the only anchor he had. “You feel so f*****g good,” he murmured, his voice dark and gravelly. “Tight, wet, perfect.”
The words sent shivers coursing down my spine, and I couldn’t stop the way my body instinctively clenched around him. He groaned, the sound raw and deep, and I felt his control falter for just a moment before he began to move.
His thrusts started slow, deliberate, as though he wanted me to feel every inch of him, to m
