"I've never..." she started, her voice breathy, broken by gasps. "I've never taken this much time. Never just... felt."
"Feel everything," Eros encouraged, voice thick, hands steady on her hips. "Every inch of me inside you. Every vein. Every throb. Take as long as you need."
She moved a little faster. Not much. Still slow. Still controlled. But with more confidence. More purpose. Her pussy sliding along his shaft, taking him deep, releasing him partway, over and over, squelching, slick coating his thighs.
Each time she sank down, she felt him fill her completely, felt him stretch her wide, felt those thick veins drag against her inner walls, felt him throb deep inside her, her cervix kissed softly.
Each time she rose, she felt the loss, felt her pussy clinging to him desperately, felt the ridge of his head catching, felt her wetness coating him, making everything slick and smooth, glossy.
