Bad Decision, Great pleasures
A loud moan escaped my lips, my grip on his hair tightening.
“Look at me, Ivy,” he demanded.
I obeyed.
He moved slowly, as if giving me time to adjust to him inside me, then he thrusted back in. I gripped the sheets. His cock was thick, and I had never felt so full.
Gradually, he picked up the pace. His low groans filled the air and mine pitched louder.
All my life, I've been used to roughness during sex and I thought I liked it that way. But this… this slow thrusts with his eyes fixed on me like he had found the place he wanted to be, this was different.