The thick heat of you settles deeper the longer we’re joined. What starts as a strong stretch turns into a constant, heavy fullness. I breathe through it and stay relaxed so the depth can keep increasing without any resistance from me.
My mouth stays open against your skin while you thrust. Soft, broken sounds come out with every deep push and land directly on your shoulder or neck. I don’t try to quiet them. I just stay close and let the reactions happen.
I tilt my hips up to change the angle and keep it there. The small adjustment makes every stroke land differently and hit a more sensitive place. Once I find it I hold the position so you can keep working that same spot without interruption.
The weight of your body covering mine keeps me grounded. When you’re fully on top and moving inside me, the solid pressure stops my mind from wandering. I focus only on the heat, the stretch, and the steady rhythm you set while I stay open underneath you. I tilt my hips up to change the angle and keep it there
