Then he pulls back.
My gaze drops when he unbuttons his jeans, my mouth going dry as he pushes them down with his boxer briefs.
I’ve felt him.I knew he was big.Seeing him is different.
Devon catches my expression and stills.
“We’ll go slow,” he says immediately.
I nod, though my nerves flutter back to life.
He rolls on the condom he pulls from his wallet, then returns to me, settling between my thighs.This time, there’s no teasing in his face.No cocky confidence.Only concentration and tenderness.
He kisses me.My lips, my jaw, my throat.His hand slides between us, stroking me until my body softens again, until the nerves turn warm and hazy beneath the pleasure.
“Tell me if anything hurts too much,” he says.
“Okay.”
“I mean it.”
“I know.”
He lines himself up, and my entire body tenses.
Devon stops immediately.“Breathe, baby.”
I inhale shakily.
“That’s it.Look at me.”
I do.His forehead rests against mine as he pushes in slightly.The stretch is intense and unfamiliar.I clutch his shoulders.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper, though my voice wobbles.
He kisses me.“Good.We’re not in a hurry.”
He moves another inch, then stops again.Over and over, slow and careful, until my body gradually gives way around him.There’s a sharp pinch, and I gasp, nails digging into his back.
Devon goes completely still.“I’ve got you,” he whispers.“I’ve got you.”
Tears prick my eyes, but not from regret.From the intensity.From how full I feel.From how much I trust him.
After a minute, the discomfort fades into something warmer.I shift my hips experimentally.
Devon sucks in a breath.“Suri.”
“I’m okay.”
His jaw flexes.“Don’t move like that unless you want me to lose my mind.”
A shaky laugh escapes me.“Maybe I do.”
His eyes darken.“Yeah?”
I lift my hips again, braver this time.
