Lance could hardly believe this was actually happening. He had been expecting another evening of lying next to her wanting but not quite daring to touch her, having to content himself with just a kiss goodnight, instead he got to watch her riding him, her small breasts bouncing mesmerizingly as she moved.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck and breathed in her scent, willing himself to last long enough to make it good for her. Something he hadn’t had to worry about for a while during his casual feeding hook-ups, but watching her lithe body atop him was making it difficult.
She had seemed unsure at first, carefully easing onto him, and it had taken all his self-restraint not to grip her hips and thrust upwards in an attempt to hasten their joining. He was glad he
