"Look at me."
I do.
"If you want to stop?—"
"I don't."
"Kristen—"
"I don't want to stop." I grab his face, pulling him down until our foreheads touch. "I want you. All of you. Please."
He pushes inside.
The stretch burns. He's bigger than anyone I've been with—which, okay, is just Jack, but still—and my body struggles to accommodate him. But the burn is good. Real. Grounding me in this moment, in this man, in this impossible thing happening between us.
"Breathe," he murmurs against my temple. "Relax for me."
I force my muscles to unclench. He slides deeper. Inch by devastating inch until he's fully seated, and I feel impossibly full.
Neither of us moves.
His forehead drops to my shoulder. His breathing is ragged, harsh, like he's barely holding himself together.
"You feel..." He swallows hard. "Fuck, Kristen. You feel incredible."
I shift my hips experimentally. We both groan.
"Move," I whisper. "Please move."
He does.
Nico
She's perfect.
I've seen beautiful women before. Plenty of them. But Kristen is just like goddesses must be. The soft curve of her hips. The way her stomach rounds gently above those stretch marks. Her breasts, full and natural, rising and falling with each ragged breath.
"Stop staring," she whispers, but there's no conviction in it.
"No." I thrust into her again, harder this time, and her back arches off the mattress. "You're fucking gorgeous, and I'm going to look at you while I take you apart."
Her cheeks flush deeper.
I pull back, then drive forward again. Kristen gasps, her hands flying to grip the sheets. Her breasts bounce with the force of it, and I can't look away.
"Nico—"
"Tell me if it's too much."
"It's not." Her voice comes out breathless, broken. "Don't stop."
So I don't.
I find a rhythm. Each thrust pulls another sound from her throat. Little moans. Sharp gasps. My name, broken into syllables she can barely form.
Her body is soft where mine is hard. Warm where I've been cold for years. She takes everything I give her, and she doesn't break. Doesn't flinch. Doesn't look away.
I lean down, capturing her mouth. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer.
