There's nothing else in his mind right now but the feel of her mouth on his, her hands on his back and shoulders, the wet warmth greeting his fingers with each push of his fingers. Her intensity grows and he can hear her heart pound, calling him.

His fingers slip out of her, trickling upwards in light circles as he slowly presses his length against her. He keeps the movement slow, but still it draws a broken moan from him.

She feels so good...