His eyes are amber tenderness when he pulls back again. “We’ll go slow. Okay? I don’t want it to hurt you.”
“I-I’m not even worried about it hurting.” It’s the truth.
His brows pinch. “But you’re shaking.”
That’s the truth too.
“I’m… excited… and nervous.” Then I shake my head. “Not because it might hurt. Honestly, why should it hurt? I have plenty of solo practice.”
Beck’s nostrils flare with his inhale. He brushes the tip of his cock against my clit and we both moan.
“Then why are you nervous?” The question comes out a whisper. As though we’re too close for regular speech. And that’s the whole point.
I touch my fingertips to his chest and whisper back. “Because… I’ve never…” My fingers skate down his torso and he shivers beneath my touch. A hot pulse beats deep inside me. “Been this close to anyone.”
But it’s more than closeness.
I try again. “I’ve never let anyone in. Not like this. Not in my body. Not in my heart… And I don’t know if… you—want in?—”
“Oh, Hattie.” That smolder in his eyes somehow melts with tenderness. “I want in, love. I want in.”
Love? Did he just call me love?
But the attention I have for that question gets rerouted when his hand shifts between us. He brushes my clit. The tips of his fingers move me like a DJ spins a turntable, hitting just the right notes.
I arch beneath him. “Y-you want in?” I ask, words shaky.
Beck growls in response. He angles his hips, and I feel the tip of him at my entrance. It feels hot and sure and somehow both real and hallowed.
Like discovering that a favorite fairy tale is true.
No. More like all the fairies, and mermaids, and unicorns, and dragons have been real all along.
I raise my legs, needing to bring him closer. And he’s big. Bigger, I realize, than anything in my vibe arsenal.
When I suck in a breath, Beck freezes. His eyes search mine.
“You okay?”
I nod, clinging to my confidence. A part of him is inside of me, but I know this is just the beginning.
He holds his position, but he drops his mouth to mine. He kisses me once. Twice. “We’ll take our time,” he promises again, the whisper tickling my lips.
But even as he promises to go slowly, my body bounds ahead. I tilt my pelvis, opening for him.
And, oh God, he fills me.
We both moan.
“Hattie—God—” Beck pants. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. No. It’s just—so—” I struggle to find the words for this. Maybe they don’t exist. The feeling is… big.
Not pain exactly, but a stretch that demands my full attention. My full breath. Instead of trying to explain, I wrap my arms around him and hug him tighter against me, take him deeper inside me.
This feeling. This closeness.
“God, you feel incredible?—”
