My head tilted back, and I moaned with each kiss he placed on me. I attempted to help him, but he pushed my arms to my sides. I laid back, my leg slipping up his side and hooking around his hip as he leaned completely over me.
Kane smiled and leaned in to capture my lips with his. As his hands roamed over my breasts, he slid his right hand down to his throbbing cock, stroking it as he teased my thighs with the tip, his lips pressing down onto mine hungrily.
My hands gripped his back, fingertips pressing into his flesh. As I pulled him to me, my thighs wrapped around his hips. His act of stroking himself was driving me wild, and my body arched into him, eager to find out how he would feel inside me.
He rubbed his cock at my opening, trying a few times, testing how tight I am. He bit his lip and looked at me to be sure. When he attempted gently, I felt his girth against me. When he looked at me, my eyes meet his. “Gentle. Please.” I instructed softly, my legs tugging him to me.
Pushing gently into me, taking me in stride, he nodded. My heat engulfed him. He let out an appreciative moan as he buried himself slowly, pausing often to let me get used to him. His hands roamed my shoulders as he watched my reaction, patiently.
My moans starting to get louder the further in he pushed. Breathy, I whispered, “Yes...” as my fingertips pressed into his back, pulling him in once again.
The bed creaked slightly as he arched up and started to thrust, bottoming out inside me gently. "Mmmm… perfection..." He kissed me as he moved his hips into mine harder, still holding back, taking me with care.
My eyes search his face as I reached up and caressed his cheek. “You’re gentler than I expected.” The same hand trailed over his chest, while my hips kept time with his.
"Believe me, I don't want to hurt you yet…" He picked up his pace as he felt me stretching to take him in, starting to get lost in the moment.
I didn’t stop his movements but rather, looked up at him, my breath getting ragged. “Yet?”
“Mhmm.” He rubbed his hand over my breasts as his mouth found one, sucking the nipple.
The idea of getting rough with him excited and scared me, but I was so lost in the moment that my mind focused on him right there and right then, not on what that possibly could do to my body.
“More,” I whispered.
Moans growing louder with his mouth on my breast, I pushed into him more as my own juices mixed with his. He was used to making women moan, but he was taking special care with me; I could tell. His body reacted to my moans as he tried to find out my real limits, pushing me but backing down any time I showed any signs of pain. He paced himself, tilting his head back and fighting an orgasm so quickly.
I winced occasionally, but it didn’t stop me. I took him in with every thrust, my body molding to his. My legs moving down, wrapping around his thighs. My arms around his broad shoulders. My breasts against him. I tightened down on him as my body started to climax, completely soaking him.
Arching back, he moaned loudly as he thrusted like mad, almost losing control. His carnal desire fulfilled as I brought him to orgasm. He came so hard against my wall, feeling like he pushed through.
His moans pushed me over the edge. My feet plant on the mattress either side of him. My fingers dig into him as my own moans turned into screams. I felt him cum as I climaxed myself. I could feel his cum pushing past my wall. Finally, as he slowed, my grip loosened, but I didn’t let go. Winded, I held onto him, panting, feeling as if he filled me in so many ways. A feeling of being completely fulfilled, a feeling I’d never had before then.
“I knew we would have fun.” He pulled free and slowly turned me on my side.
I gave a little grump of disappointment as he pulled out. But it was quickly extinguished when he pushed back inside of me. I giggled with delight and pushed up onto him. My eyes closed, enjoying the sensations rushing through me. “Fun... that’s one word for it.”
“Mmm… It is. What would you call it?” His rough hand held onto my leg as he pushed his cock all the way home, responding to my giggles as I took him again.
“Mmm...” I rocked my hips, tightening and loosening in rhythm. “I don’t know. Not to stroke your ego, but I’ve never felt like that before.” I reached back and gripped his thigh.
“Who cares if you stroke my ego a little? Just keep feeling like this.” He growled quietly in my ear.
My leg snaked back between his to better steady myself. “You like how I feel?” I grinned happily.
I wanted to feel his lips on me again, even if on my shoulder or neck. Not an emotional woman usually, I was struggling with keeping myself in check from the flood of sensations and emotions driving me. It was thrilling and scary, but I was lost in it. I was lost in him.
I moved with his rhythm, loving his touch, his feel. I chanced pulling off him and pushing him onto his back
