The first roll of his hips causes a sharp cry of pleasure to leave my lips because I feel it everywhere. His hand wraps around my thigh, using it to keep me steady as he begins to move inside of me, not too slowly, but not too fast. I let him adjust to the feel and pace while he garners his control because I can see it in his eyes that he’s trying to keep it together. “Rory, you feel fucking amazing,” he moans, swivelling his hips and hitting a spot that fills my vision with stars.
