Her teeth just barely scrape his lower lip as she surges up to kiss him, and the little shiver of almost-pain makes his prick twitch against her.

Someday, he tells himself, someday he'll be able to resist those sweet sounds she makes when she's desperate for him. Someday he'll be able to tease her for hours. He'll work up to it.

Right now, though, he reaches down between them, guiding his cock into the heat of her quim. He still has the presence of mind to be slow, even though at this angle the way her body closes around him is so different that his brain sparks and fizzes for a second.