On top of me, I watched in full view as he stroked himself a couple of times. His gaze never left mine as he glided the tip up and down at my entrance before smoothly pushing himself inside me. It was a full feeling I desperately wanted to keep, and fuck, it felt so good.

Slow, steady strokes started us off as he leaned back down to take my lips with his again. My body responded strongly to every thrust with a moan of pleasure. Every move he made, my hips followed suit.

“Tell me what you feel,” he whispered softly. “I want to know everything going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

“I–erm.” I started stuttering. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”

“I know.” He kissed me again. “Try your best.” He picked up the pace once he felt me relax with him inside me.

All I knew was that I didn’t want it to end. I gripped him harder. “I have no idea how to describe how good this is. I want more.”

“More?” His tone was teasing, daring me.

I nodded.

“Say it again,” he demanded.

“More,” I pleaded. “I want more.”

He flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips back. “Put that pillow under your belly.”

I did as he told me, and I was semi bent over in a lying position with my ass in the air. My hips were gripped firmly, and he slid back inside me. We both groaned. A breath came low into my neck. “Ready?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

The pace was quicker, but it was just too good. Too, too good. “No wonder people do this a bunch,” I laughed.

A small laugh escaped him as he gripped the sheets next to my head. “You think?” he said, placing a small kiss on my head.

I instinctively pushed back on him with every thrust, my body begging his for more and more. Fuck me, I needed more. “Harder.”

His body quivered above mine and his groans became deeper. Was it as good for him as it was for me? His body responded to mine like mine did to his. The thrusts were harder, more desperate. I was flipped back over, and he plunged deeper, faster, harder. In the trance of watching him above me, the faces he made told me it was good for him, too.

We were completely lost in the moment. The heat between us made the cold feel so far away. The breaths and moans between us filled my room–as did the laughs of me being such a weirdo. Him inside me and the kisses...

“Fuck,” he muttered. “I’m going to come.”

A growl came from his throat while he pulled out, spilling his cum all over my stomach. “Wow,” I sighed, body going slack. “Spectacular.”