SherylHill

Sheryl closed the door behind her and barely had time to put down her bag when she felt her body pressed against his. It wasn't abrupt. It was sure. One hand on her waist, the other slowly rising up her back, as if reminding her. "I've been waiting for you," he murmured against her neck..

Sheryl closed her eyes. His warmth enveloped her immediately. His lips traced down her skin gently, leaving slow kisses that made her skin tingle. When his hands moved up under her blouse, she was already breathing more heavily. He caressed her chest with patience, brushing against her nipples through the fabric until Sheryl let out a soft moan..

He led her to the bed without rushing. He laid her down and got on top of her, looking into her eyes as he slowly undressed her. Each piece of clothing that fell seemed to make him more intense. When she was finally naked beneath him, Sheryl felt her heart pounding. He moved down her body with his mouth, stopping on her stomach, on the inside of her thighs, until he carefully opened her..

The first touch of her tongue was slow, almost reverent. Sheryl arched her back and buried her fingers in his hair..

He explored her calmly, learning what made her tremble, what elicited deeper sounds from her. He would take her to the edge and then stop, forcing her to feel every second. When he finally went back up and settled between her legs, Sheryl already needed him..

He felt it enter her slowly, centimeter by centimeter, filling her completely. The two of them remained still for a moment, breathing together. Then he began to move. Deeply. Steadily. Looking at her. There was no rush..

Only the sound of their bodies, the way Sheryl clung to his back, and the way he held her gaze as he took her. Each thrust seemed to say something. Each of her moans pushed him to go a little deeper. Sheryl moved first, her body trembling and her eyes half-closed, clutching him as if she didn't want to let go..

He followed her seconds later, plunging deep inside, breathing heavily against her neck as he filled her. They remained embraced, still connected, their hearts pounding. He gently stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.

. —Don't move yet —she whispered—. I want to stay like this for a little longer..

Sheryl was standing by the window when he approached her from behind. He didn't say anything at first. He simply wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his forehead against her shoulder, breathing in her scent. She closed her eyes and let him hold her..

Her hands slowly moved up the fabric of her dress, until they found the bare skin of her stomach. His fingers were warm, patient. Sheryl felt the desire begin to grow within her, slowly but impossible to ignore..

He kissed her neck with a tenderness that contrasted with the hardness of his body against hers. Then, he slowly unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Sheryl remained in her underwear, trembling slightly, not from cold..

He guided her to the bed and laid her down as if she were something fragile and precious at the same time. He knelt between her legs and began to kiss the inside of her thighs, slowly moving upwards. When he finally reached her, he did so with an almost cruel slowness. His warm, precise tongue explored her with an attention that made her feel completely seen..

Sheryl arched her back, letting out a long moan. He didn't rush her. He kept her there, on the edge, learning every reaction, every tremor, every time her breath caught. When he finally let her come, it was deep and silent, with her hands clutching the sheets..

She was still trembling when he climbed on top of her and settled between her legs. He entered her with a deliberate slowness, looking into her eyes. Sheryl felt herself opening up around him, as if he were completely filling her. They moved together, without rushing, as if time had stopped mattering..

Each thrust was deep and controlled. Every time he plunged to the bottom, Sheryl felt that something inside her surrendered a little more. They clung to each other. She dug her nails into his back. He kissed her mouth with restrained hunger..

When they came, they did so almost at the same time. Sheryl with a trembling moan against his neck, and he with a tense body, pouring into her while hugging her tightly..

After that, they remained silent. He was still inside, she with her legs around his waist, their fingers intertwined. "Stay like this," Sheryl whispered. He simply nodded and kissed her shoulder, with no intention of moving..