Riding König for the first time
He'd encourage you to take things slow, keeping his hands on your hips as you lower yourself onto him.
He’d be so caught up in the feel of you that he could hardly say how impressed he is with you taking every inch of him.
When you finally build up the courage to move, working up to a small bounce, his mouth is already hanging open, fighting the urge to thrust upward.
“That’s it.. Just like that..”
He’d take hold of the hand that wasn’t planted to his chest for balance, opting to kiss the palm of your hand, whispering soft praises into your skin as you work up the courage to move faster.
“Such a good girl for me..”
He could turn it on you any second, opting to drive his hips upward and set his own pace. Chances are that one day he would. But for now, he'd lay back, enjoying the way your little hand pressed to his chest, using him as leverage, trying your absolute best.
His hips would only move when you begin to lose control, your legs burning as you approach your climax. He would take hold of you, wrapping both arms around your torso and pull you close to his chest, giving thrusts he knew you could manage until you finally spilled over.
As you collapse above him, he’d press soft kisses to the side of your head, burying his nose into your hair, whispering every bit of praise you deserve.