We stay still for a moment—her gazing down at my body with a smug, heavy-lidded stare and me memorizing every gorgeous, naked curve of her.

She’s pale and soft, tits sitting high on her chest with nipples pink like bubblegum that taste just as sweet. Her short brown hair is messy from having my hands in it, which only makes me want to grab her again.

Holding my gaze, she slowly leans down to brush a gentle kiss across my lips. Her fingers comb through my hair and then settle on my cheeks, cupping them, thumbs rubbing against the scruff I’ve kept because she said how much she liked it.

The affectionate gesture, in the middle of all this lust, has my heart expanding painfully in my chest. It’s like she’s reached past my rib cage and gripped the organ in her slim hand.

“You ready for this?” Her voice is just as tender as her caress.

I’m not sure the sound that comes out of my throat can be categorized as a word, but my nod is firm.

Holly sits back up and then raises herself on her knees. I hold on to her hips as she reaches between us to position me. Then, little by little, she lowers down.

The second my head crests her opening, black dots scatter across my vision. I buck involuntarily, my whole body wanting more of her. But she keeps to her own pace, burning me up with her little gasps and moans as she works her way down my length.

Finally, I sit fully inside her, and we’re both breathing heavily. She moves, just a small shift to get used to the feel of me, but each slight adjustment sends hot streaks of pleasure through my dick and straight up my spine.

I groan. “This is perfect. I never want to leave.”

“Really?” Holly grins down at me, her palms braced on my chest.

“Mmm, yeah. I—” My words get choked off when she wiggles her hips.

Then, she leans down, her honeysuckle scent brushing over me as she nips at my earlobe. “You’ll have to leave for a little bit.”

Slowly, she raises her hips, and I start to slip out of her.

I moan in protest.

She chuckles. “Don’t worry. You can always come back.”

That’s when she really starts to move. Grabbing on to my shoulders, Holly sits up and begins to ride me, sliding up and down my cock.

As the friction builds, I meet each of her thrusts. I can’t get enough of the sight of her on top of me. Her small tits bouncing as I pound into her, her lips parted, eyes hazy.

Soon, I can barely focus enough to remember my own name, pleasure coursing through me with each sway of her hips, fogging my brain. Pressure builds, a straining need at the base of my cock.

Holly has her hand between us, fingers working her clit as she bites her lip. I slide my fingers next to hers, nudging her out of the way.