He pulled her to the bedroom and moved to sit her on the bed before kissing her. He had kissed her plenty of times before this but this time felt different. This time it felt desirous, wanton.
She melted and moaned louder, trying to keep quiet but unable to. She loved this. She loved him. She parted her lips and his name slipped out along with a breathless moan.
She was crying out and nearly screaming, until she finally arched and tensed hard, her juices gushing heavily over his finger tips and his name escaping her in a loud chorus.
"As your lover, I should always shower you in such words." He told her before placing himself at her entrance. He held her hand tightly and cupped her cheek, "Tell me if I hurt you at all, ok?"