Daisy instinctively brought her hand to her mouth to stifle her moans, but Jason gently pushed it away, replacing it with his own palm, his fingers spread across her face to keep her steady.
He then continued to make love to her steadily, changing the rhythm to keep her guessing — long, slow thrusts that filled her completely, followed by quick, shallow movements that teased her entrance. His free hand roamed over her body, pinching and twisting her nipple again before sliding down to lightly slap her inner thigh.
Jason was overwhelmed with pleasure, his mind exhilarated. He could tell that she hadn't been with someone in a while by how tightly she clenched around him as he pushed deeper, almost making him feel like he was about to climax soon.
At times, it even felt like she was a virgin, though she certainly wasn't a virgin in the literal sense, so that was out of the question. Jason kept thrusting deeper until he lost focus, completely consumed by the pleasure enveloping him.
