“I love the feel of your body underneath my palms,” she says. “When you fell asleep in my bed, I sat up for hours just looking at you. Wanting to touch every tattoo, every muscle, and knowing I couldn’t.”

I close my eyes and bury my face in her soft hair.

My God. She’s killing me.

“Touch me all you want, sweetheart. I’m a touchy feeling guy and my hands are always going to be all over you.”

In response, she slides her hand between our bodies. I arch up slightly to give her access. Her small, delicate hand encircles my cock and I blow out a long breath as she strokes slowly.

My willpower is evaporating fast.

I reach for the condom on the side of the bed and quickly roll it on.

Lila opens her arms and I move back over her, settling between her legs. She looks so beautiful with her hair fanned out over the pillow.

“I can’t stop kissing you,” I say.

My lips lightly touch hers before I deepen the kiss, demanding entry into her soft mouth. Lila curls her arms around me, parting her lips and allowing me in. She kisses me back, burying her fingers in my hair and pulling me closer.

Reaching down, she encircles my cock with her hand and rubs the tip at the entrance of her hot pussy. I moan against her mouth and whisper in her ear how hard and fast I want to fuck her. How I’ll do anything to make her cum over and over. I tell her that I’ve never wanted another woman as much as I want her.

I break the kiss only so I can watch her face when I slide into her.

“Ready?” I ask.

She nods.

With one long thrust, I push all the way into her pussy. Drawing out slightly, I push in again harder all the way up to my balls, stretching and filling her. Lila gasps and grabs my ass with both hands, pulling me in further. Her soft body undulating under mine is heaven on earth.

“You’re incredible,” I say.

And I mean it.

Her pussy feels fucking amazing. So tight, hot, and moist. Like it was created just for me.

I lean down closer and tease her nipple with my teeth. Moving now with long, deep strokes, I’m touching all her secret spots and claiming her as mine.

I fight like hell to keep control.

It’s taking all the strength of will I have not to flip her over and slam into her mercilessly from behind. Beads of sweat break out on my forehead and I grit my teeth. I move slowly for as long as I can, burying myself in her tightness and rocking in and out with slow, steady movements.