I tore one open and rolled it down his length.I grabbed the lube, slicking my fingers, and reached behind me. He held my wrist before I could move it behind me.“Let me,” he said.I shook my head. “I've been practising. Let me do it.”His eyes searched mine for a moment, then he nodded, releasing my wrist. I worked myself open, my fingers slick with lube.“Fuck,” he breathed. “You're so goddamn beautiful like this. You have no idea.”“You're not so bad yourself.” I pulled my fingers out and positioned myself over him. “Ready?”“Ready.” He placed his hand on my hips to steady me. “Take your time. I'm not going anywhere.”I sank onto him slowly, feeling the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming fullness of him inside me. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging in, his breath coming in sharp gasps. I took him inch by inch until I was seated fully, his cock buried deep inside me.“Fuck,” I breathed. “You feel incredible,” he groaned. “Chris, you feel so good. So fucking tight.”“You're so
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