He lined himself up and pushed into me. Slow. So slow I felt every single inch of him stretching me open. My mouth fell open and the words died in my throat while my fingers dug into his shoulders.
"You were saying?" he murmured against my breast.
I couldn't remember. I couldn't remember anything because he started moving. Slow and deep‚ pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with a deliberate thrust that hit somewhere so deep inside me it made my toes curl. His face hovered inches above mine‚ his eyes locked on me as he f****d me with a patience that was almost cruel.
In. Out. In. Out. Each stroke deeper than the last while his hands gripped my hips and tilted them upward to change the angle.
"Oh my God‚" I breathed‚ my eyes rolling back.
He kept kissing me. Kept squee
