Loving Cousin

I was on fire for him again, like I'd been the night on the couch. "Please, just slowly at first. I'm a little sore."

He'd been right about the angle. Even when he slowly pushed inside me, it was a completely different feeling than with me on top. He kept the rhythm slow, giving me time to get used to it before he started moving faster and smoother as I responded.

It was the steady pace that made it work this time. I began to push back against him with each thrust and the consistent rhythm let me focus on the sensations. The liquid sounds added to the experience, but it was the scent of us, the hot, musky, sex smell that really put me to the edge.

The feeling of fullness was intense and I added to it by squeezing my inner muscles around him as we moved. My own desire grew and the movements became a dance. Reaching back, I cupped his balls, kneading them gently as my own release built for the first time with him inside me.

His breathing became more ragged, but I was too close to wait.