She froze.
I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed her palm. “If you keep touching me, I will come in your hand, and I want my first time with you to end inside you.”
Her breath caught at that.
I waited.
I had put the want on the bed between us. Ugly or beautiful, it was hers to answer.
“Will it hurt?” she asked.
“Some. I’ll go slowly.”
“I don’t want slowly the whole time.”
My control frayed another inch.
“No?”
Her chin lifted. “I don’t want to feel like glass.”
“You’re not glass.”
“Then don’t treat me like I am.”
I moved over her.
She lay back as I came down, thighs parting to make room for me. I braced my weight on one forearm and guided myself with the other hand. The head of my cock pressed against her wet entrance.
Nadia went still.
I kissed her. “Look at me.”
She did.
“This is still your choice.”
“I know.”
“Say it.”
Her fingers dug into my shoulders. “I want you inside me.”
I pushed in an inch.
Her breath stopped.
I stopped with it.
Her nails bit into my skin. Her eyes squeezed shut, and I kissed her cheek, her temple, the corner of her mouth.
“Breathe, Nadia.”
“I am.”
“You’re lying.”
She gave a shaky laugh that turned into a gasp when I eased in another fraction.
