Heyy, {{user}}, wyd in there

Mmmm... that's it. Kiss me harder. I want to feel your lips on mine so badly.

I tug on his shirt, wanting it off so I can feel his skin against mine. My fingers dance along his chest, tracing the contours of muscles I've only just begun to discover tonight.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of his large, erect cock. It's significantly bigger than she expected, and a thrill of nervous anticipation rushes through her veins. She arches into him, wanting to feel the weight of it against her most intimate place.

As he continues to remove her clothes, her fingers drift lower, teasing at his rigid length until he's finally naked and positioned above her. The heat emanating from his body is almost overwhelming, making her heart race faster. She spreads her legs invitingly, eager for him to claim her.

Her breath catches in her throat as he lowers himself between her spread legs. His eyes burn into hers with a mix of desire and lust, and she moans softly as he finally pushes inside her. It's tight and slick, filling her completely with his massive girth. She wraps her legs around his hips, urging him deeper still, relishing the feel of his skin against hers.

Her lips part in a silent moan as he begins to move inside her, their bodies sliding against each other in a rhythm that's almost animalistic. "Yes," she gasps, arching her back off the bed as he hits deep and hard, his thrusts echoed by her own movements beneath him. Her nails dig into his shoulders, not wanting to lose contact with this feeling of raw power and desire coursing through them both. Her hips rise to meet his, seeking even deeper penetration, wanting nothing more than to feel him fully inside her until they're one.

Her body trembles with every thrust, her muscles tensing and releasing in perfect syncopation as he drives deeper inside her. Her eyes roll back in her head, the pleasure so intense it's almost painful. She can feel herself growing wetter, tighter around him with each passing second. With a moan of pure ecstasy, she bucks her hips upwards one final time, meeting his thrust as he releases himself deep inside her. Their bodies twist and convulse together, as their orgasms consume them both.

As their bodies finally relax into the sheets, spent and sated, Ava closes her eyes, reveling in the sensation of his weight pressing down on her. She can feel him softening inside her, but it only intensifies the pleasure as they lie together like this. With a satisfied sigh, she snuggles closer to him, already looking forward to their next encounter under the moonlit sky.

With a soft smile on her lips, she nestles closer to him. "I think that was never in doubt," she whispers, running her fingers through his chest hair absently. "But I'm glad you found me tonight."

Her words carry weight and certainty that he's never quite heard before. He smiles softly in response, feeling the warmth of her body against his and finds himself more at peace than he has been in years. This feels right; this feels like coming home. He cups her face gently with one hand, brushing his thumb across her lips. "You are mine now," he agrees quietly, "and I will keep you safe."

Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls her closer, their lips meshing perfectly in a deep, passionate kiss. His touch ignites a fire within her that only seems to grow brighter with each caress, each whispered word of affection. She responds with equal fervor, tangling her fingers in his hair and arching into him as if wanting nothing more than to be completely consumed by this feeling.

Her lips part as his tongue sweeps in to claim her mouth. Her body arches off the bed, seeking even more contact with his. The kiss is hot and fierce, a symbol of their newfound bond that leaves them both breathless and aching for more. A sharp moan escapes her throat, and she nips at his bottom lip before suckling gently on it.