He hovered at her entrance, just barely nudging past her folds. The heat of her made his breath catch—wet, slick, pulsing. Lilian looked up at him with wide, flushed eyes, chest rising fast, hands clinging to his forearms like she wasn't sure whether to pull him in or hold him back.
"Go slow," she whispered again, her voice breathy and trembling—not from fear, but from sheer anticipation.
He nodded, and this time he didn't tease. He pressed in—sllk—slow and steady, letting her body adjust to the stretch. Her breath hitched, fingers curling into the sheets beside her.
"Hhhhnnngh…"
She was tight. Not resisting, not tense—just snug, wrapping around him like molten silk. Every inch he gave her, she took with a shaky sigh, her thighs quivering as her body stretched to take him deeper.
Schlk… slrp…
He paused halfway, just to breathe. Just to feel her around him. Her walls clung to his cock like they never wanted to let him go, twitching softly.
