... Everything goes to this, and both understand what they want, but he hesitates, fearing refusal, and she, fearing that she will break loose and lose respect for herself. Although it sounds strange, but upbringing imposed its own stereotypes. She feels that time is against her, and his presence makes her feel wild. Desire lives at the bottom of the abdomen, but the higher it is, the stronger the position of the mind, and this imbecile division is enough across the board. I want to cover my face with my hands, fall on the bed and lose consciousness, ... well, at least he would help - at least something, why is he so slow!?
... Finally, he came up, talking about nothing, "walking" around, but this is already something. The most important thing is to wait until his lips touch hers. Doesn't he see that it SHOULD be done, otherwise the languor will simply kill her desire. He ran his hand along his thigh... okay, but not enough for open provocation... why is he so indecisive? Feelings are the same, but the fear of frightening intimacy is great, hands drop. Lying next to you and talking is torture. Tell her that "it's just Sasha and just Olya"? They are not colleagues, they do not owe each other anything ... they were simply brought together by a strong desire that lives according to its own laws.
... He dared ... a light kiss, another ... her lips eagerly responded and her consciousness began to slowly move away. The hips are hot - I want to squeeze them harder - so she kindles passion in herself, it's a pity that he wants from above. It is difficult to love each other for the first time - he may be the only one.
... His knee spreads his legs, then the second one finishes what he started. Kissing becomes harder, ... there are not enough of them, he needs to enter. His hand searches, fingers sinking into wet and soft.
A sigh escapes when she feels him inside, her legs involuntarily fly up to his shoulders, she so likes to feel his touch on the skin of her buttocks ... and she still wants to squeeze her hips more and more, otherwise she won’t be able to finish, but this greatly hinders him. She loves when a partner enters from behind and does not even move, just caresses her clitoris - this way you can say goodbye to the remnants of your mind and even start moaning loudly without noticing it. But you can't tell this to a random partner - she doesn't want to interrupt his caresses, let her do what she wants, it's so good ... But for some reason she is nervous. At any moment, a roommate can come ... God, how it breaks the buzz ...
How delicious it is, I want to kiss him endlessly ... pleasantly heavy ... how she missed this ... Eyes close, kisses him on the shoulder ... He becomes hot and wet - probably the logical conclusion will come soon, at least for him. Well, why can't she enjoy vaginal caresses ... none. She shrinks - he slips out ... you can take a break and try to provoke him to come in from behind ... please ... Please ... the body asks for just that, but the words do not come out.
Apparently, he perceives "behind" only if she kneels, otherwise he is uncomfortable. But even those few seconds, while he just entered and did not move yet, was enough for her to start moaning. He's too fast - friction-burning... I want to get rid of him. He doesn't understand what's wrong. She is lying about something, ... petty, unnecessary, but still does not say what she wants ... She gets up, wraps herself in a sheet and goes to the window. He hugs her from behind and his hands search for her body in the folds of the sheet.
Fingers penetrate from below, he turns her to face him and begins to kiss ... She wants to really - he enters again and begins to move, feeling that he will finish soon ... A hot trickle pours over her hips ... drops roll ... It was pleasant, but not completely ... it's a pity ... But I don't want to start again.