They locked eyes, the air between them thick with anticipation, and then, slowly, he pushed inside her, filling her inch by inch, the sensation exquisite, making them both moan in unison.
Alex paused, buried deep inside her, his forehead resting against hers as they both caught their breath, the intensity of the moment overwhelming them both. Then, with a soft groan, he began to move, his pace slow and steady, his hands gripping her hips as he guided her, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
The pleasure was Intense, but it was more than that—it was the connection, the way their bodies seemed to fit together, the way they could finally express what they had been holding back for so long. Emily’s nails dug into his shoulders as the pleasure built again, her moans growing louder as he thrust into her with a steady, relentless rhythm.
“Alex… I’m close,” she breathed, her voice hitching as she felt the tension coil inside her again, tighter and tighter with each thrust.
“Me too” he groaned, his pace quickening as they both chased their release, the world around them fading away until all that was left was each other.
With a final, deep thrust, they both shattered, their cries mingling as they found their release together, their bodies trembling with the force of it. Alex held her close, his arms wrapped around her as they rode out the waves of pleasure, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they slowly came down from the high.
For a moment, they just held each other, their hearts pounding in unison, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks. Then, Alex kissed her, slow and sweet like how italian dates often end.
- END OF SONGS -
