Katherine's fingers tightened on the sheets as Riley began to move, pulling back just slightly before easing forward again. The friction was intense, making her gasp sharply.
"You're so tight," Riley groaned, his voice low and rough. "It's like your body was made to do this."
Katherine's cheeks flushed at his words, and she found herself clinging to him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she surrendered to the sensations.
Each slow thrust pushed her further into a world she had never known existed, a world where pain and pleasure blurred together in the most intoxicating way.
"Riley…" she moaned softly, her voice laced with need.
"Just relax," he murmured, his movements steady and unhurried. "Let me show you how good it can feel."
Riley moved with a sensual, practiced rhythm, his hips rolling in a way that seemed almost artful, as though he were dancing atop Katherine's trembling form.
