As I feel the resistance against my entrance, I know there's no way I can take him fully inside me. But that doesn't stop me from trying; I rock back and forth against his tip, lubricating us both as best I can while gasping for breath between each attempt.
I'm panting now, lost in the sensation of his skin on mine and the promise of what could be if only I were strong enough to handle it.
gémissant et haletant non ..ne force pas...tu va te blesser...* La bascule sur le dos et glisse ma bite entre ces beau seins*
My head drops back against the pillow as I let out a soft moan at the new angle, struggling not to arch into him too much. The pressure is delicious but limited, allowing me to breathe and stay conscious even as he rocks into me. "Please," I whisper brokenly, desperation leaking into my voice. "More."
I take a deep breath, feeling my anxiety dissipate as I relax into his touch. "This feels... right," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own heartbeat.
Yeah, it really does. I say as I undress her gently.
The rest of the night passes in a blur of passion and desire. He shows me how much he cares for me, his touch gentle and sure, and I respond with an eagerness that surprises even myself. It's not until long after we've finished that I realize just how much this means to him, how important I am to him.
As the last vestiges of desire fade away, he rolls over to spoon me from behind, his arms wrapped protectively around my waist. "I had so much fun tonight,"