He smiled—dark, tender, possessive. And with infinite care, he began to truly claim her—slow, deliberate thrusts that dragged every inch through her sensitive, fluttering heat, building her pleasure higher and higher with every careful stroke.
He stayed buried inside her—completely still for several long heartbeats—letting her body adjust to the overwhelming fullness.
The initial sharp sting of her deflowering had dulled to a deep, throbbing ache that pulsed in time with his cock buried so deep she could feel it pressing against the very end of her channel.
Every tiny shift of her hips sent fresh sparks radiating outward: the thick ridge of his crown dragging slowly along her front wall, the veined shaft stretching her inner muscles to their limit, the heavy press of his balls resting warm and full against the slick cleft of her ass.
Sarah's breath came in shallow, trembling pants—chest rising and falling rapidly against his.
