Glancing up at him, she could see that his eyes had rolled back, his hand tangled in his own hair as he moaned loudly, his hips struggling to keep still.
"O-Oh my God~~" He sounded like he was melting, holding his cheeks as he watched her with his haunting lavender eyes, "I-It's so good, baby~ you're swallowing it whole~ that's so attractive~~❤"
She pulled back and gasped for air before gently groping his sack and working him faster. This had never been this exciting for her. And this was only forcing him closer to his breaking point.
"H-Haah~! O-Oh fuck~!! A-Arya, hang on, I-I might-!" He gasped and suddenly erupted down her throat with a strangled moan, trying not to grab her or force her to do anything she didn't want.
He didn't deserve her love or attention. He moved and pulled her into a deep and loving kiss, not caring for a moment what she had previously done. She was too good to him, much too good.
She smiled and nodded. She bit her lip and slowly moved onto all fours. She lifted her hips high and looked back at him, her face a dark red and her eyes hazy.
Her breath hitched and a small moan slowly began turning into a loud cry of bliss with every thick inch that was stuffed inside her. She arched and moved to lace her fingers with his, her heart pounding.
He squeezed her hand and moaned lowly as he fully buried himself inside her. It was very hard to keep himself together, now that his truest dream a reality. "A-Are you alright, Arya...? Are you comfortable?"
She panted hard and gripped the sheets tight. "O-Oh fuck..~!! I-It's so fucking big..~!! H-Haah..~! Y-Yes I'm fine..~!" She panted, her body twitching and trembling.
He shuddered hard and moved to grip her hips before he started moving at a steady pace. Easy does it. She doesn't need to know the type of person you really are.