Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth as she shifted her weight up. She grasped the base of his dick and suddenly he was engulfed by her heat. Her silky softness was surrounding the head. He'd never felt anything so goddamn perfect in his life.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Take more of me. Nice and slow."
She began lowering herself down, inch by exquisite inch, gliding like hot velvet, clutching at him like a fist. When she was halfway there, her eyes widened and she glanced down in consternation.
"I'm not sure this is going to work," she said shakily.
He smiled, willing himself not to arch up into her. He wanted to bury himself as deeply as he could go, but he forced himself to breathe through the urge and remain still until she was able to accommodate him.
"It will work. Touch yourself with your other hand. You need to be a little wetter. You're so tight, baby. God, you feel so good."
