It was almost a relief when he stopped the ministrations of his hands and gave her just one sensation to focus on. She was so close to overload that she needed a moment to breathe, and she relaxed a little further as he shifted to gentle caresses over her less sensitive skin. It was exactly what she needed too keep from tensing up and accept him when he pushed the rest of the way inside of her. The last fraction of an inch was harder, rougher, and she screamed his name in response, but she was able to hold on, the break he had given her enough to keep her from hitting her climax too soon. Not yet, she wasn’t ready yet. She wanted to feel him moving inside of her, wanted more than just that one thrust before she lost it.

“I can feel... every inch of you,” she said, her voice muffled by the sleeve of the sweater as she pressed her face to it. Relaxing, she contracted around him again, feeling him throbbing inside of her. Letting out a moan she she moved, just slightly rotating her hips. “You feel so good.”