[ Holy shit, holy fucking shit. It's not like he didn't know what to expect, he might have been inexperienced when it came to sex but he certainly knew how it was supposed to work. The feel of her hand was jarring at first, Mista sucking in a breath which had the added benefit of catching her intoxicating scent.
The truth was that he was afraid to move, that sudden and irrational fear that he was going to lose control too soon. He couldn't believe that this was happening and that it felt so good, groaning as she took him in even more. His heart felt like it might stop for a moment, only for it to begin rapidly thumping in his chest again. He knew that his face was still red, that he could feel those beads of sweat forming on his face as it continued to press into the skin between her breasts. He would have been fine if he could stay there like that, but there was so much more that he would have missed. Kissing, seeing her face...those were all things that he wanted to do right along with the rest of it.
First the tentative roll of his hips, shiver going up his spine as he relished in that wet warmth inside her. There was no way that he could stop with one, hips shifting back before he pressed forward again. Only then did he feel like he could pull his face away, kissing over the delicate skin on the side of her tits as he let his hands drift to her hips. Everything else was a mumble as he trailed his lips up to her throat, breath already more ragged than he meant for it to be. ]
Jesus...fuck...you're so fucking hot...
[ Eloquence, as always. He meant it, though, both in the literal and figurative sense. He wanted to touch everything, feel everything, that need manifesting as a whine rolling up from the back of his throat. ]
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The truth was that he was afraid to move, that sudden and irrational fear that he was going to lose control too soon. He couldn't believe that this was happening and that it felt so good, groaning as she took him in even more. His heart felt like it might stop for a moment, only for it to begin rapidly thumping in his chest again. He knew that his face was still red, that he could feel those beads of sweat forming on his face as it continued to press into the skin between her breasts. He would have been fine if he could stay there like that, but there was so much more that he would have missed. Kissing, seeing her face...those were all things that he wanted to do right along with the rest of it.
First the tentative roll of his hips, shiver going up his spine as he relished in that wet warmth inside her. There was no way that he could stop with one, hips shifting back before he pressed forward again. Only then did he feel like he could pull his face away, kissing over the delicate skin on the side of her tits as he let his hands drift to her hips. Everything else was a mumble as he trailed his lips up to her throat, breath already more ragged than he meant for it to be. ]
Jesus...fuck...you're so fucking hot...
[ Eloquence, as always. He meant it, though, both in the literal and figurative sense. He wanted to touch everything, feel everything, that need manifesting as a whine rolling up from the back of his throat. ]