“Please,” she replied, just as she felt his manhood against her opening.

“Say yer mine,” he murmured at her lips, not moving.

Keira arched her back trying to get even closer to him. “I’m yers, I’ve only ever been yers. Please” she begged again; she didn’t know what for. She needs him to move, she needed to feel more of him. Now.

Christian hummed, satisfied, as his hands framed her face. They were chest to chest and the slightest friction made her burn. She heard his breath grow heavy, just like hers.

He slowly inched in inside her as Keira moaned at the feel of him. She breathed in deeply until he was completely inside, the pain finally lessening as she was overwhelmed by the fullness of him.

“Are ye well?” he asked her, his voice strained.

“Yes,” she whispered. Christian began to move inside her slowly as Keira moaned his name. She held onto his shoulders as she climbed higher and higher, her eyes rolling closed.

Christian stopped moving. “Look at me, fox,” he whispered in her ear, and she opened her eyes to look at him.

“Don’t stop” she said desperately as he picked up the pace, his hands going to grasp her hips, guiding her. Keira was feeling like she would explode with each movement. The next thrust pushed her over the edge, and she burst all over him as she came down from her high. Shortly after, he spilled inside her and dropped on top of her, kissing her neck. Keira loved the weight of him and pulled him even closer, biting his shoulder lightly. Christian smirked and laid down beside her, holding her close to him.

“That was…amazing. Can we do it again?” Keira said looking at him expectantly.

Christian chuckled “My fox has an insatiable appetite, I see”. He kissed her on the mouth lightly. “That’s why I love ye.”

“I love ye too.”

The End?