For a heartbeat, he just looks at me.
I brace myself for the sigh, the subtle eye roll, the classic 'you're overthinking again'. But instead, Zach smiles—soft and crooked, like I've surprised him in the best way.
"You think I'm not scared too?" he says, his voice barely above a murmur. "I've wanted this for so long, and I don't want to fuck it up."
That makes me laugh—nervous and breathy—but the knot in my chest starts to loosen.
"I don't want to fuck it up either," I admit, and my voice shakes just enough to make him grin.
"So, stop overthinking, baby," he whispers. "Don't think about what-ifs or maybes. Just think about me. Right here. Right now. You and me—nothing else exists."
His words land like gravity, pulling me back down to him, to this moment.
Zach's lips find mine once more, crashing together with a hunger that swallow every shard of doubt. His hand cups myjaw, thumb tracing the slick heat of my cheek, his tongue pushing past the seam of my lips to claim me utterly.
The world collapses down to the taste of him, the velvet slide of his mouth, the staccato drum of my heart in my ears.
Every touch kindle a firestorm beneath my skin, until the ache between my legs is less a complaint and more a primal, pleading demand.
Zach fumbles with the condom, blushing as he tears the wrapper with shaking hands, and I giggle—soft, nervous, affectionate.
The blunt head of his cock press against me—there, really there—and suddenly every nerve ending in my body seems wired directly to that single, trembling point of contact.
He pauses, just for a heartbeat, searching my eyes for some last-minute panic, some indication that this is all a mistake.
But my body has already made up its mind, arching into him instinctively, my fingers digging into the ridges of his back for leverage.
I want this, want him, want to feel all of it, even if it meant breaking in half.
No, especially if it meant breaking in half.
Zach's hands slid under my thighs, tilting my hips up, and with a low, shuddering groan he begin to push inside.
"Zach..." I squeeze my eyes shut, unprepared for the sharp sting that radiate through me.
My breath catches in my throat as I try to relax around the unfamiliar intrusion.
He freezes immediately.
"Babe?" His voice is tight with concern, his eyes searching my face. "Am I hurting you? We..we can stop."
I shake my head quickly, forcing my eyes open to meet his.
"No, I'm okay. I want this. I want you."
"Are you sure, baby?"
I nod, offering him what I hope is a convincing smile despite the discomfort still pulsing through me.
Zach's expression softens.
He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose before carefully beginning to move again.
The initial stretch is sharp—almost alarming—but I refuse to flinch, force myself to breathe through the pulse of burning discomfort.
Inch by inch, he fills me, patient and careful, his gaze never leaving my face.
It feels like the world tilts—like gravity forgets how to function.
