And my awareness of what’s new—what’s pierced, what’s healed, what’s different—is suddenly sharper now.
“Just go slow, okay? At first.”
He nods. “You set the pace. You say stop, we stop. You say slower, we slow down.”
I nod once, biting my lip. “And if I say more?”
That grin comes back—wicked and devastating.
“Then buckle up.”
He lowers himself slowly, bracing his weight on his forearms, watching my face for even the smallest reaction.
Like every breath I take matters.
When he presses into me, it’s familiar at first—the stretch, the heat, the way my body just opens for him. But then?—
I gasp, hands clutching at his shoulders.
Because there’s more.
A sharper edge to the sensation. Fuller. Deeper, somehow. A low, surprised sound tears out of me as he slides farther in, inch by careful inch.
“Do you—” I suck in a breath. “Does it feel different for you?”
His head drops back, a hoarse laugh breaking out of him. “God… yeah.” He swallows hard, jaw tight. “It’s—yeah. I feel it.”
The sound of his voice—wrecked, stunned—almost ends me right there.
He pushes in a little more.
And—
Oh.
“There,” I moan, the word barely making it past my lips.
He freezes instantly. “There?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Right—right there.”
His eyes snap back to mine, focused. He shifts his hips just a fraction, angling himself?—
And hits it again.
I cry out, my back arching off the bed.
The sensation is intense—deliciously overwhelming—familiar pleasure sharpened into something almost electric.Tay was right…
“Fuck,” he groans. “Ashley…”So right.
He rolls his hips slowly, deliberately, grinding into me instead of thrusting, and every tiny movement drags that new point of contact exactly where I need it. There’s this new pressure that’s making my toes curl and my thighs shake.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Just—just like that.”
He stays there, moving in small, controlled circles, watching me fall apart under him. Watching my mouth open, my breaths turn ragged, my body tighten around him.
His lips curve into a strained smile. “More?”
