She lets out a shaky breath. "I already do."
I grin against her, nipping at her bottom lip, then soothing the bite with my tongue. "Not yet, sweetheart."
I press in just an inch, just enough to stretch her slightly, to make her whimper.
She’s so tight, so warm, so fucking perfect, and my restraint is hanging by a thread.
"Breathe," I whisper, my lips brushing her ear, my hands gripping her hips, keeping her still.
She shudders, her thighs trembling against my sides as she exhales, her nails digging into my skin.
I push in a little deeper, just enough to make her feel it, just enough to make her gasp, to make her toes curl against the sheets.
"You’re doing so good for me, baby," I murmur, kissing the corner of her lips, then her throat, moving slow, patient, letting her body open for me.
She moans, tilting her head back, giving me more of her neck to kiss, to bite, to claim.
I sink in another inch, then another, feeling her stretch, feeling her pulse around me, the tight grip of her making my vision blur for a second.
"Fuck, Sofia," I groan, my forehead dropping to her shoulder, my jaw clenched as I fight to keep control.
She whimpers, her hips shifting slightly, pushing up into me, taking me deeper.
"That’s it, baby," I whisper. "Take me. Let me in."
I sink deeper, gritting my teeth as I bottom out, feeling her take every last inch of me.
She lets out a shaky moan, her nails raking down my back, her body arching beneath me.
"Marco—"
I still inside her, just for a moment, just to let her adjust, to let her feel every inch of me buried inside her.
She’s breathing fast, her chest rising and falling beneath mine, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips parted.
I cup her face, pressing a soft, slow kiss to her lips, dragging my thumb over her cheekbone.
"You okay?" I murmur.
She nods, her fingers tightening on my shoulders. "Move."
I groan softly, dragging my lips down her throat, nipping lightly. "You sure?"
She whimpers, rolling her hips, making both of us shudder.
"Marco," she gasps. "I need?—"
I press deeper, just a little, just enough to make her moan.
"You need what, sweetheart?" I whisper, kissing her again, slow and deep, savoring her.
She whines against my mouth, her body shifting beneath me, pulling me deeper, trying to get more.
I chuckle softly, dragging my lips across her jaw, kissing the corner of her lips.
"I got you, baby," I murmur, finally pulling back, just an inch, before sinking back in.
She gasps, her hands flying to my back, clinging to me, her nails biting into my skin.
