Lila

I sat upright slowly, bracing my palms flat on the bed behind me so my back arched gently in the air—shoulders back, chest lifted, hips tilted forward toward him. My legs stayed spread wide around his waist, knees bent, feet planted on the mattress. The position left me completely open, vulnerable, aching for him. I looked up at his face, eyes soft but steady.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “It’s fine. I’m here for you.”

He stared at me for a long second, something raw flickering in his eyes. Then I felt something hard and thick pressing against my folds. I glanced down. His cock was still fully erect, veins...