Sarah
His lips capture mine in a deep, slow kiss as his body covers mine. I feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, and I part my legs instinctively, inviting him closer. Matthew moves between them, his eyes never leaving mine as he positions himself.
"Sarah," he whispers against my lips as he pushes inside me, joining us completely.
I gasp at the sensation, my hands gripping his shoulders. He stays still for a moment, then begins to move, slow and deliberate thrusts that make me moan with each one. My legs wrap around his waist, drawing him deeper. His rhythm is unhurried and passionate, like he's savoring every second of our connection.
"Sarah," he breathes, kissing along my jaw, my neck, my collarbone. "My Sarah."
I arch beneath him, meeting his movements, my fingers tangling in his hair as pleasure builds within me. Matthew's pace quickens slightly, his breathing growing ragged against my ear. I can feel myself approaching the edge again, my body tightening around him.
