Her face pressed sidelong on the pillow, her mouth is open as she pants silvery whimpers; a crooned response that tightens my groin and sends heat rising up my neck and face.
Lowering myself over her, my weight on an elbow, I palm at a breast. It sits warm and soft and heavy in my hand, the n****e nubbing as I thumb at her. Edging closer, I anchor my c**k head against her entrance. A tremor runs through her and then deliciously, through my chest. Teasing at her, I push barely inwards, the stretch of her hot flesh around mine as I tease then withdraw, tease then withdraw.
And slowly, easily, I penetrate her.
As I enter, her breath catches, but I don't thrust. Instead sliding in, slowly hilting myself, I twist my hips, rotating inside her.
I love this position. Delving deep, I can reach
