“Okay?” I ask, pausing.
She shifts her hips slightly. “Okay. Keep going. Full speed ahead.”
A choked laugh escapes me. Even now, she’s trying to bebrave. Trying to be funny. My chaotic, perfect Jane.
I push deeper, inch by excruciating inch, giving her body time to adjust. The sensation is overwhelming. Heat. Pressure. An almost unbearable tightness. Her face is a mask of concentration, her brow furrowed, her lips pressed together. I kiss her forehead, her temple, murmuring reassurances.
“You’re doing so well,” I whisper. “So good, Jane. Just breathe. Let me in.”
“West…” She whimpers, and I feel her relax another fraction. Sink another inch.
“I know, sweetheart,” I murmur, brushing a kiss over her forehead. "There you go. So good. You're taking me so well, Jane."
She nods, taking a shaky breath. Her muscles relax fractionally. I sink deeper, finally sheathing myself fully inside her.
We both groan. The feeling of being surrounded by her, enveloped in her heat… it’s beyond anything I’ve ever felt. Beyond words.
She feels… like coming home. Like finding something I didn’t know I’d lost.
I stay buried deep for a moment, letting her adjust, letting us both feel the incredible connection. Her eyes flutter open. She looks up at me, wonder mixing with the lingering discomfort.
“Okay?” I ask again, brushing my lips against hers.
“Yes,” she whispers. Then a small smile touches her lips. “Now what?”
I laugh, the sound rough with need and affection. “Now,” I say, pulling back slowly, then pushing in again with deliberate slowness, “we move.”
I pull back slowly, almost completely out, then slide home again. A gasp shudders out of her. Her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me deeper. “Again.”
I set a rhythm—slow, deep thrusts, each one measured, controlled. Her body opens for me, welcoming me. Her sounds shift from uncertain gasps to low moans of pleasure. Her hips lift to meet mine, finding the angle, seeking more.
“Oh…” she breathes. “That’s… oh, West… that’s…”
“Good?” I grunt, losing myself in the feel of her, the tight clasp of her body.
“So good,” she gasps. Her legs tighten around me, pullingme deeper. “Faster? Please?”
I oblige, increasing the pace, driving deeper. Her head falls back, exposing the long line of her throat.
"Oh—oh, that's—"
Her moans grow louder, more urgent. She’s meeting me thrust for thrust now, her body moving with instinctive grace. The sight of her, lost in pleasure, trusting me, taking me… it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed.
She feels too good. Too right. Every thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me. Her inner walls grip me, rippling around my cock, coaxing me closer and closer to the edge.
The slap of skin on skin fills the room, mingling with her ragged breaths and my own guttural groans.
“Look at me, Jane,” I command, my voice thick. “Look at me.”
Her eyes snap open, meeting mine. The connection is electric. Raw. Unfiltered. I see her pleasure, her trust, her growing need reflected back at me.
“You feel so good,” I tell her, thrusting deep, holding myself there, grinding against her clit. “So tight. Like you were made for me. You have any idea how perfect you feel wrapped around my cock?”
Her answering cry is pure ecstasy. “That’s it, Jane. Take more. You can take it. Your body knows what to do."
I slide a hand between us, finding her clit, rubbing tight circles as I drive into her.
Her back arches off the bed. “Oh West! I’m—I’m gonna—”
