Then we try again. Slower this time. More lube. It still burns. I bite my lip, and he sees it immediately.
"You okay?"
"It just hurts a little."
"You want me to stop?"
"No. No, just go slow. I still want this."
He does. "I'm not good at this," I whisper.
He smiles. "You're better than you think." After a while, it shifts. It's like the pain dulls. It feels like everything changes at once. I gasp a little.
He stills. "Too much?"
"No, seriously," I breathe out. "Just… give me a second. It's already better."
"Take your time. You're allowed to feel nervous, Ravioli." His forehead rests on mine, and we stay like that.
Until my body relaxes around him.
"Okay. You can move now."
He starts to push in. And I feel everything. I feel him sliding deeper and deeper. Stretching me open.
Gio's inside me. After everything, Gio's inside me.
"You're doing perfect," he says.
"God, you feel so good already." He kisses my cheek. "I'm not going anywhere." He pushes in deeper while his hands hold my hips.
When he bottoms out, we both moan.
He stays still. "You okay?" he whispers again.
I nod, breathless. "I'm full. But yeah."
His lips brush mine. "I'm so proud of you. You're taking me so well." He starts to move, gently, his hips rocking into me like he's afraid to go too fast.
The rhythm is slow, but perfect. I can't stop touching him. My hands run over his back, down his biceps, into his hair. His body is so warm on top of mine, his hips grinding with that perfect rhythm, making me feel wanted. Cherished.
The bed creaks. I move just a little, trying to shift. Gio thrusts back in right as I tilt my head.
I hit my head on the damn headboard.
"Shit, sorry!" he mutters.
I burst out laughing. "Shut up. I’m okay. Please keep going." He keeps going, rolling his hips back and forth.
I swear I start to like it. Like really like it. My body starts to move with his without even thinking. Like it finally catches up to my head and says, yeah.
This. This is exactly what we wanted.
My legs wrap tighter around him.
"You like it now?" he pants.
I nod, out of breath. "Yeah."
