“Color?”
“Green.”
“Do you want pressure?”
“Yes.”
I pressed gently.
His body resisted at first.
Then softened.
Only the smallest part of me entered.
Noah made a sound so raw that I pressed my mouth to his shoulder to keep from answering with one of my own.
“Stop?” I asked.
“Stay.”
I stayed.
No thrust.
No attempt to take more.
Our bodies held the moment between them.
Noah trembled in my arms.
“Does it hurt?”
“Not pain.”
“What is it?”
“Too much feeling.”
I wrapped one arm around his chest.
“Do you want me to pull away?”
“No.”
His voice broke.
“No. Please.”
I remained exactly where he had asked me to stay.
His hand returned to himself. The pressure of my body, the knowledge of what we had crossed into together, and the slow movement of his hand brought him close almost immediately.
“I can’t—”
“You don’t have to wait.”
Pleasure took him with a startled cry.
