Baby mine

Moving on part 3

Casting her jeans aside, he entered her smoothly. Then he spotted the kitchen table. Lifting her he carried her to the table. It's was the perfect height and allowed the perfect angle. He started out slow, building up. She was wet and ready. He wanted to take his time, savior this time for further reflection.

He stroked in and out. When she was ready he pushed in a little further. Pushing her, pushing the boundaries, seeing how far she would allow him to go. She allowed him everything and he explored her fully. Her moans assured him she was enjoying this as much as he was. He held back because he very much wanted to last longer. He had to think of something else for a while.

After he had calmed down, he started moving again. She was so close to the edge, he could feel it. He licked over his thumb and traced over her anus. She came loudly, clenching him. It triggered his own release.

He looked her deeply in her eyes and kissed her. Then held her like he would never let go. He didn't notice the single tear, slide down her face. He tasted her lips, drinking in her taste and memorizing her scent.