"Tell me what you like."
"Everything you're doing," I grunt, my voice lowered to gravelly restraint.
She strokes me slowly, base to tip, thumb swiping over the head. I'm leaking already, desperate for her despite my best efforts to stay controlled.
"I want you inside me," she whispers.
"Then take what you want."
She positions herself over me, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. She's so wet I can feel it, can feel how ready she is despite the nervousness in her eyes.
“Take your time," I suggest, more for my sake than her own.
She nods, then begins to sink down.
The sensation is overwhelming. Tight, hot, perfect. She gasps, hands bracing on my chest as she takes me inch by inch.
"Just like that," I murmur. "You feel so good, Lily."
She whimpers, continuing to lower herself. Halfway. Three-quarters. Then she's fully seated, my cock buried deep inside her, both of us breathing hard.
"You okay?" I ask, hands flexing on her hips.
"Yes. God, yes." She rocks slightly, testing, and we both groan.
"Move when you're ready. However you need."
She lifts up slowly, then sinks back down. Then again. Finding her rhythm. Taking what she needs. And I let her. I let her set the pace, let her control the depth, let her take her pleasure however she wants it.
Because she needs this. Needs to feel powerful, needs to feel in control, needs to remember that she can take what she wants instead of always being the one who gives.
Her pace increases as she braces herself with her hands on her calves. Her head falls back, her thighs flex, those round tits bounce lightly with each movement. But the view, fuck… The view of her pussy sliding up and down my shaft is enough to make me come undone.
She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"Zakhar," she gasps. "I'm—I can't—"
I lick my index and middle finger and press them against her clit, her movements becoming jerky and desperate as she rides me harder.
"Take it Lily. Take everything, Lily."
She cries out, body clenching around me as she comes. The sensation is almost too much, her pussy gripping me like a vice, milking me.
I hold her hips, helping her through it, fighting my own release as long as possible because this is about her.
"Please, Zakhar,” she manages to say, her voice high-pitched and needy as she rides out her orgasm. “I want to feel you come inside me."
The words shatter my control.
I grip her hips tighter, careful of my wounds but no longer holding back completely. Start guiding her movements, faster, harder, taking what I need now.
She moans as the last shiver runs through her, leaving her sensitive and overwhelmed but giving me this.
"Fuck, Lily. You feel so perfect. Say you’re mine." My teeth are clenched, my eyes glued to the space between her thighs and the way my cock is slicked with her juices.
"Yours," she gasps. "All yours."
That does it. I come hard, arching my back as I spill deep inside her, marking her from the inside out. Making sure she knows exactly who she belongs to.
