"I know. I can't help it."
"Are you scared?"
"A little." Honesty seemed important in this moment. "Not of you. Just... of this. Of not knowing what to do. Of disappointing you."
A low sound escaped in his throat, something between a groan and a laugh.
"Let me tell you something." He pulled back to look at her, his expression fierce. "There is nothing you could do right now that would disappoint me. Nothing. Do you understand?"
"But I don't know…"
"You don't have to know anything." His hand cupped her face. "All you have to do is feel. And tell me if something doesn't feel right. Can you do that?"
"Yes."
"Good." He kissed her again, slower this time, deeper. "Because I'm going to make you feel so good, Divya. I'm going to learnevery sound you make, every place that makes you gasp, every touch that makes you moan my name."
His words alone sent heat flooding through her.
His hand slid down her body, slowly, giving her time to stop him, and when his fingers found the most intimate part of her, she gasped.
"Shh," he soothed, his mouth at her ear. "I've got you. Just feel."
His fingers moved with skill and patience, building sensation, teaching her body things she'd never known it could feel.
Her hands clutched at his shoulders, at his back, needing to hold onto something as pleasure built in waves.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice rough. "Let go. Let me make you feel good."
When the pleasure crested, she cried out, his name, a prayer, a plea, and he held her through it, murmuring praise against her skin.
"Beautiful," he said as she came down, trembling and overwhelmed. "You're so beautiful like this."
She could barely catch her breath, could barely think, could only stare at him with wide eyes.
"That was..." She couldn't find words.
"That was just the beginning." His eyes held promises of more. "And now you're ready for me."
He stood briefly, and she heard the sound of his belt, the rustle of fabric, and then he was back, settling between her legs, his body hot and hard against hers.
All of him. Nothing between them now.
"Divya." His voice was strained. "This might hurt. Just at first. But I'll be as gentle as I can. I promise."
She nodded, trusting him completely.
He kissed her as he began to enter her, slowly, carefully, his entire body taut with restraint. She gasped at the pressure, the unfamiliar sensation of fullness.
"Breathe," he said roughly against her mouth. "Just breathe, sweetheart. I've got you."
She did, breathing through the sharp discomfort, the strangeness of it.
He held himself still, trembling with the effort of holding back, letting her adjust. "Okay?"
"Okay." The discomfort was fading. "You can move."
He did. Slowly at first. Carefully. Watching her face for any sign of pain.
