He unfastened his belt and slid his pants down to the ground. Sasha watched on, feeling her anticipation increase as Thomas removed each item of his clothes. When he removed his pants, he was already fully erect.
Sasha looked at the gorgeous man before her. Thomas Lloyd really was a fine specimen. Muscles bulged in his arms. A thin layer of hair lay across his chest. This was only the second time he’d ever been fully naked, and she’d been privileged to be there both times. She knew what a responsibility this was.
When they slept together in the past, Sasha would have ordered him into her bed, or he would have ordered her to undress for him. But this time it felt different. There was no need for commands for them to feel aroused. They’d passed through an unspoken barrier, across an unknown threshold. Sasha knew that just the smell and touch and taste of one another was going to be enough for them this time.
She licked her lips with excitement as Thomas rolled a condom down his rock hard cock. Then he slithered into the bed beside Sasha and wrapped her in his arms. His skin was searing hot against hers.
They stayed like that, side by side, holding one another, breathing together, stroking each other gently. Then Thomas pressed his mouth against Sasha’s, moving his tongue softly against hers.
She pulled one of her legs up and over, resting it in the curve of his waste. She wanted to be as close to him as possible. In this position, the tip of his penis pressed against her clit. She shuffled a little further up the bed so that she felt him at her entrance instead.
The sensation was good for both of them. Thomas pulled out of the kiss and made a humming noise. Sasha smiled in reciprocation.
She felt Thomas’s hand slide down to his cock. He guided it gently into her. At first, he pressed it lightly just inside the opening. His touch was gentle. Sasha had no idea something so gentle could send such huge waves of enjoyment crashing through her.
She clasped onto his shoulders, feel his warm, soft skin beneath her fingertips, breathing in his scent.
He slid in deeper and Sasha’s pleasure grew even more intense. Thomas stayed at that depth, rotating his penis inside her so that she could feel the pressure on every single part. He was exploring, searching for the sweet spot.
She was so hot and wet, Thomas had no choice but to slide in deeper still. This time a groan escaped from her throat.
“There?” he said.
She nodded and bit her lip as he applied pressure with his hard erection.
“Yes,” she whispered. “There.”
Thomas held her tightly and rocked gently, rhythmically, so that each inward movement made her breath catch. The sex was slow and precise. Less of a fevered moment of lust and more a moment of union . There was no need for dirty talk.
Thomas rolled Sasha onto her back and lay above her. He ran his fingers through her wet hair, splayed out on the pillow beneath her. He ran his fingers down her cheek, along her lips, parting them.
“You’re so beautiful,” he gasped.
His mouth met hers again. Simultaneously he pushed his cock in deeper, as deep as he could go.
Through the kiss, Sasha moaned.
She hitched her knees up and opened them apart so he had room to go just that little bit deeper. Just that little bit was everything they both needed.
They pulled apart from the kiss and moaned against each other’s lips, breathing hot breath into each other’s mouths.
Sasha’s hands stroked up and down his back. She could feel the scarred skin beneath her fingertips, and smiled at Thomas, reassuring him, communicating to him silently that he could trust her, that whenever he was inside of her, he was safe. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, twiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck.
Without breaking eye contact, Thomas began rocking back and forth. Beneath him, Sasha mimicked the motion. They moved slowly, slowly, gently. Their ripples of pleasure were mirrored in each other’s bodies, and they revelled in each spasm of pleasure.
There was no hurry to get anywhere. All they wanted was to be in this moment, to make the other feel as much pleasure as possible, and to make it last for as long as they could.
Thomas bent close and pressed his mouth to hers. She responded eagerly, moving her mouth in time with his lips. The kiss was so soft and slow it was almost like there was barely any movement at all. It was like Thomas was paying attention to every single nerve ending she possessed and setting each one on fire.
His gentle fingers stroked down the length of her body. His feather-like touch found her breasts. She shuddered under him at the new sensations. He stroked her nipple and as she gasped, he responded with a slow, firm inward thrust.
She knew what he was doing. Delaying gratification. Making her wait for her orgasm, to build up as much excitement as possible. But Sasha couldn’t go slow anymore. Her enjoyment was mounting. It was too tantalizing. She needed more.