His gaze is intense. “We go slow, remember?”
I nod. “Yes.”
He leans down and kisses me gently, then murmurs against my mouth, “You’re safe. Always.”
A lump lodges in my throat.
Tex rolls on the condom, then reaches for something else—lube. Of course, he has lube. Of course, he has supplies and plans for everything, even this. Even me.
It’s so typical of him that it almost makes me laugh despite my nerves.
Tex slicks his fingers and joins me on the bed. He slides them between my thighs, stroking gently, easing me open with slow, careful touches.
I gasp.
He watches my face closely, constantly checking.
“I’m okay,” I breathe before he can ask, clinging to his shoulders.
He adds another finger, stretching me slowly and ensuring my body isn’t resisting.
It’s intense and a little uncomfortable, but not unbearable. And it’s intimate in a way I didn’t expect. Like he’s learning me, mapping every response, every breath. He’s taking the time to make sure I’m not enduring but truly feeling. Wanting.
When he withdraws his fingers, he shifts over me again, bracing on his forearms.
His breath shudders. “Ready to be mine, darlin’?”
I cup his face. “So ready.”
He lines himself up and pushes inside me slowly. The stretch burns, and I gasp, my body tensing instinctively.
Tex stills instantly; his eyes locked on mine. “Breathe.”
I try.
He kisses me softly, murmuring against my mouth, “That’s it. I’ve got you.”
The burn eases slightly, replaced by a deep, overwhelming fullness.
My eyes sting, not with pain but with the sheer reality of having Tex inside me, choosing me.
Tex is careful, as if I’m something precious that deserves his time. He doesn’t move yet. He stays still, allowing my body to adjust.
His voice is rough. “How does it feel?”
I try to find the words. “Wow. Just... wow.”
His mouth twitches. “Yeah.”
Then he moves with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one controlled, coaxing rather than taking. He watches my face as if it’s the only thing that matters.
The burn fades, and pleasure rises, low and deep, different from what I felt when I came on his mouth. It’s fuller, heavier, and more connected.
Tex’s hands slide under my thighs, lifting me slightly and adjusting his angle. His eyes never leave mine, checking in, asking without words.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he murmurs.
“It doesn’t,” I breathe, surprised by how true that is now. “It feels... so good.”
