Pleasure Journey
When he reached the hilt, he stilled, giving her time to get used to the fullness. Then, as if sensing her readiness, he began to move, his strokes long and deep. The pain began to recede, replaced by a building warmth that spread through her core. Salina felt her body begin to move with him, her hips rising to meet each thrust as if they had been made to do so.
Theo kissed her collarbone, his breath warm and ragged against her skin. She could feel the tension in his body, the strain of his self-control as he held back from taking her fully. His teeth grazed her neck, sending shivers down her spine. It was an exquisite agony that she never wanted to end.
Her own hands had found their way to his back, her nails digging into his flesh as she tried to pull him closer. "More," she begged, her voice a desperate whimper that seemed to echo through the tent. Theo complied, his pace increasing until she was sure she would break apart.