Aira II
Her eyes searched his, looking for guidance, for reassurance that she was doing this right. Theo's gaze never wavered, his eyes dark with passion and a hint of something else—a gentle dominance that she found herself craving more of. He kissed her, his tongue probing her mouth, and she realized that she had been holding her breath.
He grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not painful. Aira felt a thrill run through her as he guided her hand down to his cock, still lodged deep inside her. She looked at him questioningly, and he nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. He began to move his hips in a rhythm that made her feel alive in a way she never had before.