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[ She warns him not to drink too much. Wants him to go slow. He logs that away in his brain. He tucks it away to repeat in his head while he's doing this. The last thing he wants to do is make this moment wrong or painful in anyway possible. He doesn't want to push too hard too fast. He knows himself. He knows that he has the potential to fall eyes shut into this and get lost. If he's not careful things could go seriously wrong. He's gonna be hesitant and skittish for a bit. Despite the new natural instincts he feels just being around her like this.

He looms for a moment. Eyes raking over her face, but eventually he gets to her neck. That's where his eyes linger. She's absolutely beautiful like this. Then again when isn't she beautiful? When doesn't she make his heart ache and his cock yearn to be inside of her? The question is never. She always does. She always makes him want more with her. Just like he does to her.

Coordination seems to be on his side right now. He lines up in both places and manages to synchronize with limited issues. His cock slides into her in one thrust. His teeth clamp down and sink into her flesh. The blood pulls from her body and rushes into his mouth. He swears his head is going to pop up just from this. He's barely stared and the euphoria washes over him. His hips start to move then. A little faster and rougher than he intends. ]