How did I get here?
My hole quivers when he pushes that full-blooded tip against my skin.
I draw in a breath.
Fist the sheets beneath me.
My knuckles go white.
I already know this is going to hurt. Not a doubt in my fucking mind.
He’s still—waiting, unmoving, too goddamn quiet.
I hate him for that silence.
But then his breath hits my skin. His palm comes to rest gently on my back, warm and steady. He doesn’t push—heguides—sliding up the length of my spine. Lowering me. Anchoring me.
“G-go slow,” I plead, the words catching on my breath. I don’t even try to hide the tremor in my voice.
I feel him freeze—just for a second—like the sound of my fear knocked the wind out of him.
And that’s all I have a chance to say before he enters me.
Slowly.
Almost painfully.
Like he’s afraid I’ll vanish beneath him if he moves too fast.
I help him along, pushing back as my body gives way and finally stretches open. The burn is raw. Unforgiving.
I inhale a shaky breath. Shove my forehead into the pillow and squeeze my eyes shut as his dick slides into my ass.
“Oh. My. God. Elijah.” He exhales slowly.
“Oh my god,” I echo, speaking into the pillow at a rate ten times faster than him.
It’s my first time ever in this position, and I can honestly say—I’mnota fan.
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t even stir.
Just sits against me, hips pressed tight to my ass.
Something warm touches my lower back. Then another. And another.
Tears.
His tears.
Dripping onto my skin. Sliding straight into my soul.
Oh Alex…
“Baby,” I whisper, feeling another drop land softly against me. “I’m okay. It’s alright.”
I turn my face toward him, just enough for him to see my eyes. “I love you.”
He gasps, the sound catching in his throat like he’s been holding it there for years.
