Arlott's hands tightened on her hips. The last of his restraint snapped.
He shoved her thighs farther apart with his knee and lined himself up. The blunt head of his cock pressed against her entrance, hot and already slick from the earlier friction. He pushed forward in one steady drive.
"Ah—!" Emily's breath left her in a sharp cry as he stretched her open. He was thick, the sudden fullness forcing her walls to yield around him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails biting into skin.
He did not pause to let her adjust. The first thrust seated him halfway. The second drove him deeper until his hips met hers with a heavy, wet slap. A low, rough sound tore from his throat.
"Fuck… so tight," he muttered, voice strained.
He pulled back and slammed in again. The motion was uneven at first—too eager, the angle slightly off—but his young hormones burned through any hesitation. Need rolled off him in waves. He found a rhythm fast, hips snapping forward with growing force.
