He adjusted his hips until his tip came into contact with her entrance. He watched as her eyes rolled back and her lashes fluttered. He pressed into her slowly, taking his time and letting her muscles adjust to his size. It was a beautiful torture as he slowly filled her and when he bottomed out, he hooked her leg over his hip, opening her further so he could go deeper. A guttural groan rumbled out of him as their pelvic bones met and he held himself steady, relishing in the wet heat that clamped around him like a vice.

     “Fuck Becky,” he breathed. “You feel so good.”

     She blinked up...