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Ashley sealed her lips over Michael’s once more, the kiss deep and deliberate, tongues brushing as she shifted her hips. The swollen head of his cock pressed against her entrance, slick with her arousal. For a heartbeat they simply breathed into each other, the silent understanding passing between them. Then Michael’s hands found her hips, firm and guiding, and he sank into her. The sensation was exquisite—hot, silken pressure that wrapped around him inch by inch, like liquid velvet drawing him deeper. Ashley kept the pace slow, savoring every new stretch, every pulse of him filling her. When she finally settled flush against his hips, his full length buried inside her, she straightened, arching her back so her pert breasts lifted into the soft light. Her nipples were tight, flushed, and she watched his eyes darken as he took in the view. “Holy shit, Ashley…” Michael’s voice was rough, almost reverent. She giggled, the sound low and pleased, and rolled her hips in a slow circle that made him groan. “You’re mine now,” she whispered. “And I don’t plan on letting go of you anytime soon…” “No complaints from me,” he managed, a grin tugging at his mouth even as his fingers tightened on her waist. For the next several minutes Ashley rode him with deliberate, teasing precision. She rose until only the tip remained inside her, then sank down again in a long, controlled glide that made his breath hitch. She varied the angle, the depth, the rhythm—sometimes grinding in tight circles that rubbed her clit against him, sometimes lifting almost completely off before taking him to the hilt again. Every movement was meant to torment and pleasure in equal measure. Michael’s hands never left her; they cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, then slid down to grip her ass and help guide her when the sensation grew too intense. Ashley was surprised—and deeply satisfied—by how long he lasted. His first time inside her, and still he held on, jaw tight, eyes locked on hers, letting her take what she wanted. The control only heightened her own pleasure. A small, sharp orgasm rippled through her midway, her inner walls fluttering and clenching around him as she bit her lip and rode it out. Michael groaned at the sudden tightness, his hips jerking upward once before he forced himself still again. When he finally drew close, he pulled her down so they were chest to chest, face to face. Their mouths met in a slow, sensuous kiss as her fingers traced his cheeks and slid into his hair. The intimacy of it—her soft weight on him, the wet heat of her pussy still working him in shallow strokes, the gentle scrape of her nails against his scalp—pushed him over the edge. With a guttural moan of pure ecstasy he thrust up hard, burying himself as deep as he could, and spilled inside her in thick, pulsing waves. Ashley held him through every tremor, hips rocking gently to draw out his release. She felt every twitch of his cock, every warm pulse of his seed filling her, and a soft, contented sound escaped her throat. “Mmm… I love that feeling,” she purred against his lips, savoring the way he remained hard and sensitive inside her, still joined, still claimed. She stayed there a moment longer, kissing him lazily, letting their heartbeats slow together before the rest of the night—and whatever came next—could begin.
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