He growled as he slowly slid his rigid erection into the warm, moist grip of my sex. He moaned before he had fully entered, and I thanked him silently for it, being that I had forgotten to breathe as I handled the pain. “You’re so tight.” He said, his voice higher than usual, as if he were trying to contain himself. “Is that bad?” I asked softly as he slowly began to ease into me. “No, it’s great. I just don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand this long enough for you to enjoy it.” He admitted, as his movement taught me to rotate against him. “You know me,” I told him quietly, “How would I like it?” He smiled and said, “You always like to try new things.” As he began to grow used to the way we molded together so perfectly, filling each other’s pleasures, he began to thrust against me harder, causing beautiful sounds to escape his mouth. “Oh, Vin.” I cooed softly, wrapping my arms tighter around him. “Tracy…” he groaned back. We went back and forth, each movement more affectionate than the last until finally I felt myself become flooded with a white pleasure…a forbidden pleasure. The warmth of his released tension filled me with even more pleasure as I relaxed against him.

“The beauty of this is…we can do it anytime we want.” I told him. He smiled and kissed my forehead, rolling off as he gathered me in his arms. “Then you better where a skirt a lot.” He told me. I laughed and wrapped my arms around him, “If you give me those emotions…I would do anything.” I replied. His mouth covered mine for another loving and eager kiss, “I can’t wait.” He told me in his purring voice and before he had any time to fall asleep, I urgently took hold of the soft flesh surrounding his erection. He took a sharp intake of breath as my name slipped from his lips. “My turn.” Was all I had to say to get him to shut up.