He pressed a kiss to me, one hand gripping my chest while the other gripped my wrist tightly. Then, he started moving slowly. It was painful. He knew that and I saw his further restraint. But I don't want him to be gentle. So I struggled to meet his weak stab. I want to be familiar of it. I want to embrace it.
His hand caressed my neck, my chest, down. I closed my eyes at the dizziness I was feeling. My body arched when I felt his finger stroking at my entrance along with his slow thrusts. I slowly stared. I caught her extremely dark eyes. His dark eyes filled with potent lust, restrained craving and drunkenness. My lips parted, overwhelmed of the pleasure he's making me feel. His lips went back to my neck, caressing it with his wet tongue.
