Nash stayed planted there, buried to the root inside Nia. His hips were pressed against her ass while she lay on the bench, one foot on the ground and the other hooked around his waist. Her chest rose and fell too fast with her breathing.
He didn't move right away. He just pressed in a little more, hips rolling slightly so the head stayed seated against her cervix. Nia's mouth opened.
Glrk— A wet sound came out of her throat, like she was trying to talk and it got stuck, and it turned almost immediately into a short, surprised laugh. Her eyes half-closed, her brows furrowed. She swallowed with difficulty.
"Fuck… you're really all the way in."
Nash smiled, hands still on her thighs to keep her open. He liked that slightly lost look on her face. Her mouth stayed open. A thin line of spit was already running from the corner of her lips. Her whole body was tense around him, thighs trembling lightly, stomach clenching.
