Too good to stop
He let go of her mouth for a while for them to catch their breaths, none of them believing what had just happened, neither did they understand it. The only thing they were sure of was how much more they wanted of each other, he craved her as much as she craved him. The warmth of Kiara's body had him breathe heavily but slowly, he coddled her like she never knew she needed to be coddled, impossibly gentle and present in it all.
As he inhaled her delicious scent, he could feel his member begin to kick between his legs. He leaned in again and kissed her deep on the mouth, the taste of his tongue was everything she didn’t know she wished for. Her hands entwined him and pulled his body even closer, their lips pressed against each other until it was only two naked bodies locked together in motion on the tent ground. Cian felt his member go stiff as her rock-hard nipples pressed into his chest, as her icy breath blew gently into his ear, he then pressed a finger into her pussy. A sensation of freezing cold air and smoldering heat from his fingers causes her to shudder uncontrollably, moaning so loud that he shushes her with a playful whisper. His soft hand playing with her clit has her twitching and whining and begging and whining and shaking to be touched, her pussy throbs and aches to be filled by him.
The feeling only lasts for a second because he is sliding another finger into her pussy and she is torn between pleasure and pain, biting her lower lip and screwing her eyes shut, she should stop this now; she ought to so she wouldn’t have to deal with any heartbreaks later like before, but oh how it feels too good to stop.
And Cian keeps going, adding one more finger after that until he's up to three, pumping into her with a rhythm she is fighting to stay upright. The burn of the stretch is so far diluted that she can barely feel it over the hot rush of blood to her head and the swelling knot of delicious pressure low in her belly.
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