The spreading of her legs encouraged him and he pulled his hips back. His mouth returned to her breast while one hand roamed over her taut belly and climbed toward the other one. He settled his thighs between hers before he pressed the tip of his cock against her tight entrance. He shivered lightly, though he was not cold. The sensitive tip ached against her opening and he longed to press inside with one swift stroke.
He managed some restraint and urged his cock forward. His tongue stroked over her nipple and his hand descended back down to press gently against her pelvis. He made slow, short strokes as he attempted to fully enter her. The pad of his thumb gently circled around her clit and he moved away from her nipple to kiss her. She would inevitably taste herself on him still.
He continued the short strokes, only the head of his cock barely inside her. He wanted her to relax and get used to his girth before he pushed further. He nibbled gently on her lower lip and followed it with a swift swipe of his tongue that then pressed inside the warm crevice of her mouth. He was having difficulty with a steady rhythm and his short strokes were often halting and hesitant.
Gentle circles continued around her clit as he focused the majority of his attention on kissing her. She tasted like whiskey and sex. It was driving him wild and it was all he could do to hold back the way he was. His strokes lengthened a little, but he still had more than half his cock outside her. Once she was used to him, he would stroke in and out of her with his full length.