Our eyes lock as she positions herself, takes my cock in one hand and gently lowers down.

I’m big, she’s tight. From her tortured expression, I know she’s feeling the burn. “Fuck, that’s it Saffie,” I encourage her, though she’s not taken much of me yet. “You feel like fuckin’ heaven.” That’s the absolute truth.

“You feel big,” she complains with a gasp.

“Your pace, Saffie. You’re in charge.”

She rises, then lowers herself again, her copious lubrication easing the way. I use gentle murmurs of praise until, finally, she’s taken all of me.

Pausing, with a grimace on her face, she acclimates herself to my size.

I want to move, take hold of her hips, thrust myself into her, but I refrain. She’s been fucked over enough. There’ll be plenty of time in our future when I can introduce her to the fucking I like. This time, it’s all down to her.

Experimentally, she rises so my cock almost leaves her, then takes me back in again. She repeats it, slightly changing the angle. After a moment, she finds something she likes as her muscles squeeze down on my dick.

“God, Niran, you feel so good,” she cries out when she finds her rhythm.

Her face is reddened with exertion, so I take her hips in my hands, helping her as she moves.

I’m trying to hold back, determined not to come until she does, but it’s fucking hard as she feels so good.

“Niran,” she wails, her face contorted in frustration.

I reach out my hand and let my fingers find her clit. After I start strumming, it doesn’t take long before she’s clamping down on my dick.

“Niran!” This time it’s a screech and my dick becomes strangled as her pussy convulses around me.

I lose it, I can’t hold back. I come with a roar, pumping jet after jet into the condom. I may be imagining it, but I swear it’s never felt this good. Never this perfect. Nothing compares with shooting my cum into my old lady.

“You’re fuckin’ mine, Saffie,” I groan out when I’m capable of speaking again. “Fuckin’ mine, and always will be.”

She eases herself off my dick, then lies over me, placing her cheek against my wildly beating heart. “I’m yours, Niran. Because I want to be.”

“Works both ways, Saffie. I’m yours. If you left me, it would fuckin’ break me.”