Chapter 63 Morning Of Regrets

• I move my hips and grab his manhood. Theo looks at my face as I guide him inside me. I am still sensitive, but I know that he needs it as much as I want him to. So, I let him enter me. At first, he is hesitant, but as I moan at the way he is being pushed inside me, throbbing and huge, he starts to thrust.
• I grab his head and he buries his face in my neck, while I grab at his butt and spread my legs wider for him. He starts to groan in pleasure and his pace becomes faster. Both our feverish bodies are rubbing against each other, making delicious friction. He releases inside and I make sure that all of him will remain inside.
• And it repeats multiple times that night. It’s as if our body will not tire of making love over and over with each other. More so, each act becomes more pleasurable than the previous. We are getting used to each other’s bodies again. Memorizing each pleasure point, ensuring that we give more than the other. It’s like a competition of who can give a lot more. Until I am left panting for air and I can’t go on any longer.