He began to move a slow, agonizingly gentle rhythm. He pulled back until the tip almost slipped free, then slid back inside, deep and smooth.
The friction was intoxicating. She was impossibly tight, her untouched walls clutching at his cock with a slick, gripping heat that made his vision blur.
"Oh, wow," Iralis breathed, her eyes rolling back as the pain entirely evaporated, replaced by a blinding, white-hot pleasure. "Ryan... that feels... it feels so good."
"You feel amazing," Ryan rasped, his control hanging by a thread.
He picked up the pace slightly, finding a steady, rhythmic glide that made the bedsprings creak softly.
Iralis caught the rhythm instinctively.
Her hips began to rise, meeting his downward thrusts, her body chasing the deep, heavy friction.
There was no overthinking anymore.
The rhythmic, soft creak of the bedframe was the only sound anchoring Iralis to the physical world.
