Her eyes fluttered closed as he rocked his knee between her legs and drew soft moans from her. She longed to feel him inside her, drawing his cock between her folds until she couldn’t take it anymore, and he buried himself to the hilt. He made her feel more than she thought possible, more than she wanted to, yet he knew how to care for her. He made her weak, with his kisses, and his tugs at her hair. He knew what she could take, taking care to push past her fears, without tipping her over the edge.