The moonlight clung to our joined bodies like a second skin, silver and cold against the rising heat between us.
I began to withdraw. The thick shaft of my cock eased backward with glacial slowness, each millimeter a deliberate surrender. Her inner walls clung to me desperately, the slick, velvet ridges dragging along my length in reluctant ripples. A glistening sheen of her arousal coated me visibly, catching the pale light in thin, wet strands that stretched and thinned as I pulled away.
The head of my cock paused just inside her entrance, the flared rim nestled against the tight ring of muscle, pulsing once, twice, before the slow reversal began.
May's breath hitched in the back of her throat, a faint, trembling sound that barely disturbed the night air. "Ohh Ohh."
Her back remained arched beneath me, the elegant curve of her spine glistening with a fine layer of sweat. Each vertebra pressed more prominently against her skin as her muscles held the tension.
