He pulled her dress over her head and undid his pants. Sera quickly shimmied out of her underwear and sat back on his thighs, lowering herself on to his hardened cock.
She was not waiting to be guided. She was taking what she had asked for. Taking him. Claiming her need without apology.
"God!"
"shit!"
Both of them gasped at the same time as their bodies connected to each other.
The awareness of finally being exactly where they wanted to be. That first connection overwhelming.
Eric braced her on his hands as she moved on top of him. She held on to him as she used him for her pleasure, moaning and sighing in ecstasy. He watched her take control, his hands steady on her hips while she lost herself.
Eric grabbed on to her, moving her faster, her breasts bouncing in his face. He wanted her just as undone as she was making him. His grip tightened to match her intensity. Their rhythm grew less measured, more desperate. Less about control, more about collision.
