Trevor held himself deep inside Mia, savoring the way her tight, velvety walls fluttered and clenched around him. Their foreheads rested together, breaths mingling in the charged silence. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, rapid and needy, the poison's gray tint slowly receding as his own energy and desire fought it back.
"You feel perfect," he whispered, kissing her softly. "So warm… so tight around me."
Mia's legs tightened around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. "Move, Trevor… please. I need to feel all of you."
He started slow, drawing out almost completely before sliding back in with a long, deep thrust that made her moan loudly. Each stroke was deliberate, letting her feel every thick inch stretching her, every ridge dragging along her sensitive walls. He ground against her clit on every downstroke, rolling his hips in small circles when he was buried to the hilt.
