intended to have sex with him while still wearing it. He wasn’t going to complain. She looked incredibly sexy in the tight corset and short skirt, and he liked the thought of her remaining in it a while longer and riding him. It added a naughty edge to everything. He had never been into the whole dressing up thing, but the thought of her in a dirty maid’s outfit or dressed as a dominatrix took on a certain appeal as she moved up his body.
Kristina rose off him, wrapped her hot little hand around his cock, and nudged the tip of him inside her liquid heat. He watched her face, mesmerised by the visible pleasure she took from the feel of his cock sliding slowly into her tight sheath and the breathless moan that accompanied it from the moment he entered her to the point where he was fully inside.
She settled on him, her body tightly gloving him and encasing him in fiery heat. He almost begged her not to move, to stay right there and let him just feel what it was like to be inside her, joined as one with such a beautiful woman.
Her hands pressed into his stomach and then skimmed up to his ribs and chest, her eyes locked on his, her body clenching him but unmoving, as though she had felt his desire and was letting him have his way. She brushed her fingers down his arms, caught his hands and pressed her palms to his.
Callum interlinked their fingers and held her hands as she started to move on him, slow long thrusts that soon had her closing her eyes and tipping her head back. He stared at her, entranced, watching the pleasure rippling across her face as she flickered between frowning and sighing. The soft black material of her skirt caressed his lower stomach and thighs. The scent of her desire filled the room, joining with his, swirling together into one tantalising fragrance. Her thrusts slowly built in speed, turning harder but still remaining more gentle than he had thought she would be. The pace of her movements on him matched his pace during their second time last night. Too slow to be lust.
Too slow not to mean something.
She gasped, her hands squeezing his, and rode him. The exquisite feel of her hot sheath encasing him, pulling at him, clenching him, and the warm trickle of her juices down his cock, all of it was blissful and arousing, but it was the pleasure on her face, her slow tempo, and the way she opened her eyes and locked them on his, revealing a myriad of feelings in their hazel orbs that went beyond mere desire, that left him breathless again. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
Chains, whips, naughty outfits, none of it could hold a candle to how the slow shift of her body against his and the emotions warming her eyes made him feel. It felt so intimate. He felt so connected to her, not just physically through the point where his body entered hers, but emotionally through their eyes.
Callum stared into hers, lost and mesmerised, feeling them sweep him away and seeing that sensation mirrored in her. She barely blinked as she looked deep into his eyes and he into hers, their bodies moving as one, hers sliding sensually up and down his cock. Her heart beat steadily in his mind, his coming to match it, so they joined too. Her lips parted and so did his, the feelings flooding him making him feel as though he was drowning and gasping for air. The room faded, leaving only her on his senses—her pulse, her soft puffs, her little moans of pleasure that he echoed, her sweet scent filling his mind as his body filled hers.
Kristina.
He felt as though he was falling, the world dropping away beneath him, plunging deep into unfamiliar territory. It scared him but her grip on him soothed away the fear and the soft warmth in her eyes anchored him to her, until he felt as though they were falling together.
Did she feel it too?
Her eyelids fell to half mast and she gasped. “Callum.”
Her fingers pressed into the back of his hands and she jerked against him, her body quaking around his as her thrusts
Kristina rose off him, wrapped her hot little hand around his cock, and nudged the tip of him inside her liquid heat. He watched her face, mesmerised by the visible pleasure she took from the feel of his cock sliding slowly into her tight sheath and the breathless moan that accompanied it from the moment he entered her to the point where he was fully inside.
She settled on him, her body tightly gloving him and encasing him in fiery heat. He almost begged her not to move, to stay right there and let him just feel what it was like to be inside her, joined as one with such a beautiful woman.
Her hands pressed into his stomach and then skimmed up to his ribs and chest, her eyes locked on his, her body clenching him but unmoving, as though she had felt his desire and was letting him have his way. She brushed her fingers down his arms, caught his hands and pressed her palms to his.
Callum interlinked their fingers and held her hands as she started to move on him, slow long thrusts that soon had her closing her eyes and tipping her head back. He stared at her, entranced, watching the pleasure rippling across her face as she flickered between frowning and sighing. The soft black material of her skirt caressed his lower stomach and thighs. The scent of her desire filled the room, joining with his, swirling together into one tantalising fragrance. Her thrusts slowly built in speed, turning harder but still remaining more gentle than he had thought she would be. The pace of her movements on him matched his pace during their second time last night. Too slow to be lust.
Too slow not to mean something.
She gasped, her hands squeezing his, and rode him. The exquisite feel of her hot sheath encasing him, pulling at him, clenching him, and the warm trickle of her juices down his cock, all of it was blissful and arousing, but it was the pleasure on her face, her slow tempo, and the way she opened her eyes and locked them on his, revealing a myriad of feelings in their hazel orbs that went beyond mere desire, that left him breathless again. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
Chains, whips, naughty outfits, none of it could hold a candle to how the slow shift of her body against his and the emotions warming her eyes made him feel. It felt so intimate. He felt so connected to her, not just physically through the point where his body entered hers, but emotionally through their eyes.
Callum stared into hers, lost and mesmerised, feeling them sweep him away and seeing that sensation mirrored in her. She barely blinked as she looked deep into his eyes and he into hers, their bodies moving as one, hers sliding sensually up and down his cock. Her heart beat steadily in his mind, his coming to match it, so they joined too. Her lips parted and so did his, the feelings flooding him making him feel as though he was drowning and gasping for air. The room faded, leaving only her on his senses—her pulse, her soft puffs, her little moans of pleasure that he echoed, her sweet scent filling his mind as his body filled hers.
Kristina.
He felt as though he was falling, the world dropping away beneath him, plunging deep into unfamiliar territory. It scared him but her grip on him soothed away the fear and the soft warmth in her eyes anchored him to her, until he felt as though they were falling together.
Did she feel it too?
Her eyelids fell to half mast and she gasped. “Callum.”
Her fingers pressed into the back of his hands and she jerked against him, her body quaking around his as her thrusts
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