she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. She can feel his erection pressing against her thigh, and she arches her hips in silent invitation. With a groan, he pushes her skirt up over her hips, revealing her wet core to the cool air of the room before spreading her legs further apart with his knee.

Her eyes widen for a moment before she nods slowly, trusting him implicitly. "Yes," she whispers, the word little more than a breath against his skin as he positions himself between her spread legs. With one fluid motion, he pushes inside of her, filling her up in a way that makes her gasp and arch off the bed. Her hands fly to his shoulders, digging into his skin as she tries to pull him closer, deeper.