I will follow any order you give, and gladly. [ There's a pant to his voice, an unmistakable want as he gives her that truth. Even if all he wants is to see her overwhelmed with pleasure and satisfaction, and feels frustrated he doesn't know better what will get her there.

Which is hard to even try to calculate, with her hand and her tongue driving him wild. Then she's rolling off of him, and he's watching awe as her body moves, every inch of her strong and perfect. His eyes only widen as she parts herself for him, inviting him to look, to touch. He may have just been there with his tongue, but this is still different, being invited in, told to fill her.

He doesn't hesitate, climbing over her, his hands running tenderly down her legs as he lines his head up to her folds. She's so wet, that even on his first thrust he slides easily into that warm tension, breathless and adoring as he does. ]

I want to please you, Hilda. Anything you like -- tell me and it's yours.