“Oh…” she sighed as I pushed in.

I counted my stats to keep from shooting off like a rocket, and then once I was deep inside of her, I held her hips to keep them from rolling and seeking more.

“Give me a second.” And fuck, this was embarrassing. I was a thirty-year-old man. I couldn’t make this bad for her. Not our first time.

She pushed her head back into the pillow, arched her back. “Take all the time in the world. You feel incredible.”

“Same.” I looked down. At her full breasts, her tight nipples, the softness of her stomach that just did something to me and then where we joined. I slid out, watched my dick come away wet with sweetness and then slid in, rocking as I did, and pulled a groan from deep in her throat.

“Yes,” she moaned, arching again, unable to keep those hips still, but fuck this.

I was a fucking athlete. I wouldn’t embarrass myself, and even if I was at risk, hard and fast was always good too.

I moved then, slowly, gritting my teeth, and every time I rocked into her, she expelled a breath like I was her fantasy come true. We came together in tongue and teeth clashing, hands roaming and exploring. I grabbed her breasts, pinched her nipples and her hands dug into the flesh of my ass until I braced myself with a knee and rolled to my back, bringing her with me.

“Oh.” She mewled as she felt me deep inside and then glanced down her body and slowly up to me.

“Ride me, Emmersyn. Let me see everything.”

My hands went to the soft area above her hips, and I yanked her against me. Her breasts bounced, so close to my face that I leaned up and sucked one into my mouth, swirling my tongue over her nipple.

“Kane.” There was uncertainty in her tone, and I shook my head.

“Fucking gorgeous. Ride me, Emmersyn, and get me off.”

I thrust up, bent my knees behind her, and planted my feet, and even while she still looked uncertain, I plunged into her again, slamming her down onto me. “Let me see you. Every fucking inch of beauty.”

“You’re insane,” she gasped, but as I continued moving beneath her, she eventually set the rhythm, and soon we were working together. I held one of her breasts, played with her nipple, and used my other hand to brace her against me. Every time her breasts swung close to my face, I almost came.

Every hitch of her voice, every noise that escaped her throat made me feel ten feet tall, and then she put a hand on my chest, straightened her back and pushed off, head thrown back, she rode me like she hadn’t had an ounce of self-consciousness wash over her and she used my body like her own personal toy.

“Fuck. Yes, Em. Squeeze my dick. Work it. Just like that.”

She came on a cry, her core pulsing around me so damn hot, so damn tight. She squeezed my dick from the inside of her, her palm against my chest, and I was pretty damn sure, that was the moment she made my heart start beating again.