She kissed him and told him he was still her favorite.
He smiled.
He was on top of and still inside her. Semi-hard, body on fire.
This .. this was lovemaking. Slow, gentle, passionate.
She'd guided him inside her. Their embrace was complete. He held her and looked into her eyes and they kissed.
He moved slowly in and out... wanting to be as close to her as possible, to absorb all of her.
She never wanted it to end. Wanted him to hold her like this, together, all night.
She kissed him with a hunger she hadn't felt in quite some time.
There was no urgency ... They became lovers in that moment.
For him, this was new and wild and wonderful.
Just the night before they'd playfully kissed and teased and touched all over for more than four hours. One or the other would fall asleep, then be awakened with a kiss or a touch or a moan. They'd embrace, kiss, and take off on fire.
And tonight, for the first time, he was inside her.
His hands on her back, holding her to him. Pulling her closer as he neared climax. Looking directly into her eyes ... kissing her as he came deep insider her.
Smiling...almost crying as she told him "you're still my favorite."
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