John pressed his lips to her skin, kissing her as he began to move. He took his time, smooth strokes in and out until the resistance eased and he could thrust with more purpose. He was focused primarily on his own pleasure now. He groaned against her skin, intoxicated by the smell of her, and her bare skin against his, and knowing he was her first- that part especially. She'd warm up to this in time, just look at the way she moaned when he pleasured her with his hands.
She wasn't looking at him though, so he pinched her nipple, wanting her attention.
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