“Not from the front...”
She looked into my eyes, looked away, and said, “Not from the front. I don’t know you well enough.” I hesitated, she looked back at me, smiled quickly, then pushed me up and away as she flopped herself over, stuffing one pillow under her pelvis and embracing the other under her chin—a motion she seemed to be familiar with. I climbed back on top, breathing quickly now-suddenly the anxious one feeling urgent while she relaxed. She pushed her ass up into the air as I settled my knees outside of her thighs this time and I held my penis as I searched with the tip for the right angle.
I slid the tip in between her pressed-together thighs and found the wet, familiar opening. She moved her hips back and forth and reached awkwardly down under her pelvis to touch my shaft and settle into the right position. She gave short little moans into the pillow as I tentatively made short slow thrusts before sliding myself in as far as I could go and lowering myself down with my hands on the mattress under her armpits. I started to stoke smoothly and slowly, tightly strapped between her thighs and half inside her-as tight as a young girl from this angle. She made a few sharp noises like I might have hurt her mildly, but followed each one with something muffled but affirmative as she seemed to be biting the pillow.
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