Cel looked up at me, her lips swollen and wet, her eyes questioning. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No," I assured her, running my thumb across her lower lip. "You did too many things right. I want to be inside you when I come."
Her eyes darkened at my words, and she nodded. "Please," she whispered. "I want that too."
I positioned myself between her legs again, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance. She was impossibly wet now, her earlier orgasm and the act of sucking me off had left her slick and ready.
"Are you sure?" I asked, giving her one last chance to back out.
She didn't hesitate. "Yes. Please, Satori."
I pushed forward slowly, watching her face carefully for any sign of discomfort. The head of my cock breached her entrance, and she gasped, her hands flying to my shoulders, nails digging into my skin.
"Breathe," I told her, keeping my voice low and steady as I held myself still, letting her body catch up to what was happening. "Just breathe. Relax for me."
