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I slide one finger inside her and she's tight, so fucking tight.
"Relax," I tell her.
"I'm trying."
I add a second finger and work her slowly, my tongue still on her clit.
She's moaning now, her hips moving against my mouth.
"Rush, I'm going to?—"
"Come for me."
She does, her whole body tensing as she comes apart on my tongue.
I work her through it until she's boneless and panting.
Then I kiss my way back up her body, position myself at her entrance.
"You sure?" I ask one more time.
"Rush, if you ask me again I'm kicking you out."
I smile despite the tension in my body. "Noted."
I push in slowly, just the tip, and she's so tight I have to grit my teeth.
"Breathe," I tell her.
She does and I push in further, inch by inch, until I'm fully seated inside her.
We both go still. The feeling is overwhelming.
"You okay?" I ask.
"Yeah, you?"
"Yeah. You feel perfect."
I start to move, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in.
She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me deeper.
"Harder," she says.
"You sure?"
"Yes, please, harder."
I give her what she wants, picking up the pace, driving into her with more force.
The sound of skin on skin fills the room; her moans, my breathing.
"Touch yourself," I tell her.
"What?"
"Your clit—touch it while I fuck you."
