Adrian hadn't expected Michelle to take him so well - not with how thick and hard he was, straining with the kind of pressure that always made him doubt whether full penetration was even possible. But there she was, her body welcoming him inch by inch, her breath catching in short, shaky gasps, her eyes locked onto his with a mixture of determination and desire. It was almost surreal. The tight heat of her wrapped around him like a vice, and he had to clench his jaw just to keep himself from losing control right then and there. Every twitch of her muscles around him was a pulse of pleasure that shot through his spine. "Fuck," he muttered, voice thick with disbelief. "You're taking me so well."
He paused once he felt resistance - a point where he knew pushing further might hurt her. He wasn't fully in, and he hadn't expected to be. Physically, it just wasn't going to happen. Still, the way she gripped him, how unbelievably snug and warm she felt, was almost too much. He looked down at where their bodies met, then back at her flushed, beautiful face.
"You feel fucking incredible," he murmured, awe and heat mixing in his voice. He leaned in to kiss her, slow and deep, letting his hips remain still for a moment to give her time. His hand came up to cradle her cheek, his thumb brushing along her flushed skin. "Tell me if it's too much."
Adrian stayed there for a beat longer, letting her adjust to the fullness, his hands roaming across her sides, her waist, grounding both of them in the moment. Then, slowly, deliberately, he began to move. Long, steady strokes that had his hips rolling into hers with practiced control. He was careful at first, listening to her body, watching her reactions - how her eyes fluttered closed, how her lips parted with each slow thrust, how her hands gripped his back tighter each time he pushed in.
The sound of their bodies moving together - wet, rhythmic, heated - filled the room, along with the low growl of his breath and the occasional moan that slipped from her throat.
"Goddamn," he muttered under his breath, barely able to think straight. "You're so fucking tight."
He increased his pace just a little, testing, feeling her rise to meet him, her hips lifting, her thighs squeezing around him. The way she responded - hungry, aching for more - only made his restraint harder to maintain. He swore softly again and dipped his head to her neck, kissing and nipping along her skin as he thrust into her with slow, deep rolls of his hips.
Every movement was deliberate - sensual, intense, and full of heat. He could feel her starting to tremble beneath him, the telltale signs of pleasure building fast. Her nails dug into his back, and she moaned louder now, no longer able or willing to hold it back.
"You're doing so fucking good," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough. "Taking every inch I can give you."
He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, catching the raw need there. It hit him hard, that look - how much she wanted him, how much she was giving. He leaned down to kiss her again, slower this time, almost reverent. And then he kept going - pressing into her over and over, his rhythm steady but intensifying, each thrust deeper, more powerful, coaxing cries of pleasure from her lips. The way her body welcomed him, clung to him, moved with him - it was all-consuming. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with how tight she was, how good she felt, how completely she had him unravelled. But he held on, determined to give her everything he had before he let himself go.
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