I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to his body, wanting to get as close as possible to him.

“Me neither,” I whisper, burying my head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of him. “It’s never been like this for me before.”

Andre says nothing, but presses another kiss to my jaw, and then my mouth.

The tenderness in his actions speaks louder than any words he could say, and as he sinks himself inside me, I let myself become consumed by the feeling of wholeness he gives me.

There is nothing hurried about the way he fucks me, as if he wants to savor every moan, every thrust of his cock inside me.

I close my eyes, grinding against him, letting my release build so slowly it has me whimpering with need.

Andre continues to litter my skin with kisses, exploring my neck and chest, before exploring my breasts.

“Are they tender?” He runs his thumb along the underside of my right breast.

“Yes,” I moan.

“I’ll be gentle, sweetheart, I promise,” he murmurs before taking my nipple in his mouth and running his tongue along the swollen nub.

I arch into his touch, and he softly kneads my other breast.

“So responsive.” His breath tickles my nipple.

“It’s the hormones.” My body’s on fire as Andre continues to slowly thrust into my pussy. “I’m so…horny.”

“I’ve noticed.” He laughs again. “But I’m not complaining.”

“Me neither.” I take Andre’s face in my hands and bring his lips to mine.

I instantly part my own, letting his tongue explore my mouth. I can still taste myself on his lips, and a fresh wave of warmth spreads between my thighs.

“Fuck, Lila. You’re so fucking wet,” Andre groans, burying his face in my hair.

“I’m sorry?—”

“Don’t ever be sorry,” Andre growls, taking my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him. “Your pussy feels like heaven around my cock, and the fact that I’m the one who makes you this wet… Fuck, I just want to be buried inside you always.”

I let out a whimper as my pussy clenches.

Andre screws his eyes shut for a moment, groaning at the sensation.

“There’s nothing I love more than fucking you hard, Lila, but this…” He pulls out of me so slowly.

I cry out at the emptiness.

“Fuck, this feels incredible,” he moans as he grinds his hips, thrusting himself back inside me inch by inch until he’s buried to the hilt.

“More,” I gasp.

Andre chuckles but obliges.

He takes me slowly, over and over until my thighs are slick with wetness.

I glance down as Andre pulls himself out and gasp at the sight of his glistening cock.

“That’s all you, baby.”

My tongue darts out to lick my lips.