Entering her Passage of Love

You push forward slowly, relishing in the feeling of Jane's tight folds spreading around the head of your cock, like petals falling away to embrace you. The feel of her nearly does for you, so hot, so tight, the pale skin of her back taut as you place your hands on either side of her hips to steady her. The head in, you pause, head reeling. Beneath you, around you, Jane breathes in little short breaths.

Inch by inch your cock slides further into Jane's tight little cunt, juices flowing freely down the inside of her thighs. You rock back and forth, slow, tiny pushes, until at last your balls touch the hot wetness of her and you feel your body trembling at the effort not to pull out and ram it back home again. 

 You tighten your grip on Jane's hips and pull out slowly, only halfway, then slide slowly back in. Ripples of pleasure burst through your swollen, straining cock, Jane's muscles clenching around you as you move. You pull out again, a little further, then in, a little faster. Jane moans, low and prolonged, and the sound sends shivers up your spine. Next time you pull out almost to the head, and when you go in you put a little weight behind it, your cock sliding slickly back along the tight passage. A sound escapes your own lips, a cross between a moan and a grunt, and as you pick up the pace your fingertips dig deep into Jane's alabaster flesh. You build up a rhythm, you pushing in, Jane pushing back, and the sound of your bodies connecting rings high and clear in the silence.