"I want you to make love to me slowly."

"Mike, I want you to make love to me slowly. Please be gentle and take your time with me." She closed her eyes, submitting to her deepest desires with trust and vulnerability.

I looked into her eyes, seeing a mixture of fear, anticipation, and need. I carefully placed my erection at her opening, feeling the wetness of her arousal. First sliding across her clit while kissing her to get her motor running. Then sliding into her, I felt a tightness that made my breath catch in my throat. The sensation was overwhelming, like a lightning strike of pleasure that shot through me. I paused, giving her a moment to adjust to the feeling of my cock inside her.

"Ria, you feel incredible," I murmured, my voice low and filled with wonder. She nodded, taking a deep breath and meeting my gaze.

I began to move slowly, savoring each thrust, each moment of contact, each gasp and moan she let out. Our bodies melded together, our movements synchronized and slow. It was as though we were dancing, but instead of our bodies moving in fluid motions, they were connected by something far deeper, something far more ****.

Our passion built, each thrust deeper, each breath heavier, until we were both teetering on the edge of release. Then, without warning, Ria cried out, her body convulsing around me as she experienced her second orgasm of the night.

I felt myself follow soon after, my body trembling as I released myself into her depths. I kept pumping her to keep both orgasms going. Finally, my sperm and energy were both spent. I collapsed upon her, spending a moment catching my breath before I lifted my head. "Was I supposed to put on a condom?" I asked stupidly.