"Ugghh God Keeley" he moaned, his knees feeling weak and shaky as she bobbed her head on the tip of his cock. Her small little mouth was hot and needy, a tender cave, and he was desperate to feel it wrapped around his shaft. "Keeley" he moaned, his heart fluttering, as her hands caressed his body. Her touch was tender, so very tender, and he enjoyed the soft sensation of her kisses. They landed not just on his cock but on his stomach and thighs, a loving pattern that seemed to beg forgiveness even though he had told her there was nothing to forgive.
Matt could restrain himself no longer. He needed her. He wanted her. He reached down, gently nudging her back, and climbed onto the bed on top of her. She was small beneath him, smaller than he remembered, and he wondered if it was because she felt so vulnerable to him. Precious and scared. He loved her. She needed to know that.
"I love you" he murmured, kissing her on the lips, before lining the head of his shaft up to her moist core. "But" he added with a grin "I'm going to make love to you all night long so you better be ready for this!" He chuckled, making a show of limbering up like an athlete might, rolling his muscular shoulders for her and cricking his neck. "Love you" he whispered, forehead to forehead with her, and then he pushed into her.
She was tight. Keeley was always tight, and he gasped as he felt his cock sink, slowly, into her pussy. She was wet for him, dripping it seemed, but still gripped his manhood with a tight pressure. He knelt up a bit in the bed, running his hands along the silken smooth skin of her inner thighs, marveling at how this small act caused both of them to pant a little, her pussy gripping his harder shaft more tightly.
"Need you" he whispered, leaning in, kissing her neck. Then he began to fuck her, rolling his knees gently to press deep into her with every stroke. He listened to her heart beat in her chest, tasted the growing arousal on her neck, and let himself go into the sensation of making love to her.
Matt could restrain himself no longer. He needed her. He wanted her. He reached down, gently nudging her back, and climbed onto the bed on top of her. She was small beneath him, smaller than he remembered, and he wondered if it was because she felt so vulnerable to him. Precious and scared. He loved her. She needed to know that.
"I love you" he murmured, kissing her on the lips, before lining the head of his shaft up to her moist core. "But" he added with a grin "I'm going to make love to you all night long so you better be ready for this!" He chuckled, making a show of limbering up like an athlete might, rolling his muscular shoulders for her and cricking his neck. "Love you" he whispered, forehead to forehead with her, and then he pushed into her.
She was tight. Keeley was always tight, and he gasped as he felt his cock sink, slowly, into her pussy. She was wet for him, dripping it seemed, but still gripped his manhood with a tight pressure. He knelt up a bit in the bed, running his hands along the silken smooth skin of her inner thighs, marveling at how this small act caused both of them to pant a little, her pussy gripping his harder shaft more tightly.
"Need you" he whispered, leaning in, kissing her neck. Then he began to fuck her, rolling his knees gently to press deep into her with every stroke. He listened to her heart beat in her chest, tasted the growing arousal on her neck, and let himself go into the sensation of making love to her.