I’m more than ready.
Ryan eases into me slowly, pushing in and pulling back with care. There’s a stinging pain, then a sensation of complete fullness that I’ve never felt before. Above me, Ryan is gritting his teeth in an effort to keep it slow. But gradually, the pain eases away. And, finally, my body relaxes completely, and he’s able to push his way deep inside me.
He stops moving. Experimentally, I move my hips and he lets out a moan. Well, that’s nice. I move against him again, grinning when a deeper moan slips out.
“You find that amusing, huh?” he asks. His face is flushed.
I nod. “Mmhmm.”
“Okay then,” he says, and he pulls back, his cock sliding almost completely out of me before he thrusts back in again.
Now I’m the one moaning.
Over and over, his cock slides deep inside me and out again. Our breathing and moaning and grunting all melds together. Having Ryan between my legs is the most wonderful sensation I’ve ever felt. And if his face is any indication, he feels the same way.
“Open your legs wider, baby,” he pants. I do. He fucks me even deeper. As he continues to thrust, he reaches down and pinches my clit, and I’m lost again. I feel like I’m drowning in him.
And I spend all afternoon drowning in him again and again and again.