With one last kiss, I drove myself into her.
Her body arched completely off the bed, dragging the sheets and mattress liner with her.
“Fuck!”
There was a pent up need in both of us that had been building all night. The kind of intense desire that comes from a real connection forming unexpectedly. It wasn’t ferocious fucking or soulful lovemaking, but something in between. I would slip into her, feeling how her pussy gripped me rhythmically, massaging every inch of my length, and then a wave would go through her, a visible shiver sending goosebumps through her skin with every thrust. We were constantly moaning and sighing, a chorus of “fuck!” and “oh, god!”’s.
It struck me immediately just how reactive Delilah was (is). It’s been one of my favorite things about her. Her whole body tenses, shivers, and flinches with every new angle and deep thrust. Her eyes roll back and her head snaps forward with every scrape of my nails or nibble on her neck. There has never been a dull moment with her.