One hand reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his length, guiding him to her slick entrance.
Her heat radiated, wet and aching, her folds glistening as she held him poised, teasing the moment of connection.
Their eyes met, a silent vow passing between them.
Then he pressed in.
Aika's mouth fell open in a silent cry, her body tensing as her tight walls stretched around him, taking him slow, inch by inch. Pain flashed in her eyes, her breath catching, her lips trembling as she adjusted to his thickness. "God—Kota…" she gasped, her voice raw.
He froze, his voice soft but urgent. "I'll go slow—"
"No," she interrupted, her voice shaking but resolute, her eyes burning with need. "Don't stop. I want it. I want all of you."
