“Who’s flattering whom?” Julia grinned as she carefully positioned herself above me, pressing the head of my cock to her entrance. She sa nk down slowly, inch by inch, her wet heat completely surrounding me.
It was nirvana. Pure, unadulterated bliss.
I gripped her waist, mouthing at her throat. “Take your time, alright? There’s no hurry.”
“Th-thank you,” she stammered, her eyes closed in concentration. “You’re so big,” she muttered. “But you fit so well.”
“Just do what feels good. Let your body guide you. Do only what feels right.”
She moved slowly, rising and falling, going at her own pace. It was mesmerizing. Between the pale moonlight illuminating her soft skin, the heat of our bodies fogging up the car windows, and the way her hair effortlessly spilled over her shoulders, I was barely hanging onto my sanity.
When she came a second time, I wasn’t far behind, tumbling after her only a few moments later. I spilled into her, kissing her lips and clinging to her like an anchor.
“Wow,” she said with a giggle. “Was that okay for you?”
I kissed the corner of her mouth. “Yes, sweetheart. That was perfect.”
My phone buzzed on the dashboard. Someone was trying to get a hold of us. Julia reached behind her to pick it up and hand it to me, the screen lighting up when I unlocked it with my fingerprint.
“It’s Dylan,” I informed her. “Shit. It’s about Cash.”
Julia frowned. “Is everything alright?”
“He’s at the hospital.”