Auryn's cock teased at Lyra's entrance, the heat from him making her gasp. The bond pulsed between them, her wetness coating the tip as he slid in slowly, inch by inch.
She was tight, her walls gripping him hard, and he groaned at the sensation.
"You're so warm," he whispered, his hands rested on her hips steadying her in the standing doggy position.
Lyra pushed back gently, taking more of him with each sway.
"Auryn... it feels full…" Her voice was breathy, a mix of nerves and needs. Months of buildup made every movement like fire, the bond sharing his restraint and her growing confidence.
He thrust soft at first, shallow strokes that built a slow rhythm, his body pressed against her buttocks.
After a few minutes of slow and steady rhythm. He pulled out and turned her to face him, lifting her onto the edge of the bed.
Her legs quickly wrapped around his waist as he entered again, much deeper this time. The angle let him hit spots that made her eyes flutter.
