Hold still, Gabriel, you fuck; don’t you dare move. I kept repeating the same thing over and over again in my head like a mantra. I even gritted my teeth hard enough to give myself a headache, but it still wasn’t enough. Holding still inside her was testing me in ways I never expected to face, especially not with sex.
My patience, my control, and even my prowess when it came to lovemaking were a nonstarter. If I was standing, I’d have said she brought me to my knees; that’s how profound the feelings were that ran through me. I went hot, then cold all over as my heart tried once more to find its rhythm without much luck.
She felt like liquid fire, so soft, so sweet; nothing had ever felt this good. Her pink pussy walls seemed to breathe around my cock with each breath, and I felt it along my length, teasing and tormenting me to move, to do what men do when they have a woman beneath them.