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It was the same for me.
“Gabriel,” she moaned.
“I know. I know.” I took another moment to get myself together before I pressed inside of her.
It felt like coming home. No, it felt better.
We both froze at the same time. There were no jokes, no banter that could change this moment.
I slid in another inch. She tightened around me.
“You okay?” I asked.
“It’s—ah—tight.”
“I know. I know.” I kissed the back of her neck. “We’ll take it slow.”
If she were thinking straight, she would have made a joke about me needing to go slow too, but she was focusing on breathing.
I ran my hand through her hair, feeling her breaths as if they were my own. Eventually, the tenseness faded.
“God, how did you fit before?” she asked.
“Patience.” Another kiss to her neck. “And the fact that you were made for me.”
“Don’t be right,” she moaned as I got deeper. “I fucking hate it when a man is right—fuck!”
I bottomed out and her ability to joke was gone. Her breaths were heavy.
“Still okay?”
“I feel so full.”
“In a good way? Or do I need to give you a minute?”
She let out another moan. “Don’t you fucking dare. I’m good. Great, even.”
I nodded and let myself bask in the feel of her. “We’ll have to do this again. There’s no way I’m lasting.” I pulled out just to be able to press inside of her again and she gasped.
“I-I don’t think I will either,” she said. “Move the right way and I’ll go with you.”
I knew what she meant. If I angled the right way, she could get pressure on her G-spot.
And that was how I moved. It felt just as good for me, and I went hard, barreling toward my own inevitable release.
“Yes! Yes!” she cried, arching back to get me deeper.
“I’m so close.”
“Me too,” she ground out. “Just come in me. I need it.”
It was going to happen either way. There was no stopping now that I’d started. Everything tightened, and pure heat spread through my cock and throughout my body.
Her pussy tightened and she moaned.
We both spent far too long trying to catch our breaths.
Reality slowly made its way through my pleasure.
