Despite receiving Evangeline's assurance and the incredible softness of her inner folds wrapped around his shaft, Taranis did not rush her first time.
He leaned forward and sealed her lips. His tongue slipped into her mouth as he began gently lowering her onto his length.
Knowing he was on the larger side, Taranis never forced his way deeper. Whenever he felt firm resistance he slowly lifted her again before easing her back down to the same depth.
The gentle up-and-down strokes drew soft, ruffled moans from Evangeline, her mouth still sealed by his. Her arms remained tightly locked around him while the room filled with the wet, rhythmic sound of her flower taking a few more centimetres of him with every careful stroke.
Taranis kept the motion steady, yet instead of loosening, her inner folds grew tighter and tighter. Her grip around his neck strengthened as she kissed him with growing intensity.
