He steps out of the rest of his clothes, the final barrier gone. Seeing him like this…fully, completely, steals the air from my lungs. He’s powerful, imposing, every inch of him radiating control and restraint barely held in check.
For a moment, I can’t breathe.
I’ve touched him before, but not like this... Seeing him now—all of him—feels different. It feels real in a way that makes my pulse thunder in my ears. My gaze drifts downward before I can stop it and heat floods my face.
He’s…big. Bigger than I let myself imagine. My fingers curl in the sheets as a shiver runs through me. Excitement and nerves twist together low in my stomach, sharp and electric.
Wilder notices.Of course he does.
His mouth curves slightly, but his eyes soften. “You okay, baby girl?”
I swallow. “You’re…big.”
A quiet huff of laughter escapes him, but there’s tension under it. “Don’t worry. It’ll fit…and feel good.”
“I know,” I insist, though my voice comes out breathless. “I just…didn’t think about the logistics.”
That earns a low, warm chuckle. The sound wraps around me, easing the tight knot of worry in my chest.
“Logistics,” he repeats. “We’ll figure those out together.”
The reassurance settles something inside me.
He joins me on the bed, moving slowly so I can savor every second of it. The mattress dips as his weight settles beside me. The heat of his body reaches mine before he even touches me, and my nerves shift, melting into something softer. Anticipation. Want.
His hand finds my hip, thumb brushing small, soothing circles into my skin. “Still nervous?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“Good.” His voice drops. “Means this matters.”
His gaze drifts over me again, but now there’s something more in it. Care. The same steadiness he always has when he’s guiding me, teaching me, making sure I never feel overwhelmed.
He leans down and presses a slow kiss to my mouth. Not demanding. Just grounding. His lips move against mine until the tightness in my chest eases and the fear fades beneath the warmth of him.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine. “We’ve got all night,” he murmurs.
My hands slide over his shoulders, feeling the strength there, the tension he’s holding back for me. “I trust you,” I whisper.
The words change something in his expression. The last of the distance disappears. His mouth finds mine again—and where every kiss before tonight held something back, this one doesn’t. It’s slow, devouring, certain. I whimper into it, my hands fisting in his hair.
His hand slides down between us, fingers parting my folds, and he groans against my mouth at what he finds there. “So wet for me,” he murmurs. “So ready.” He circles my clit, slow and patient, until my hips are chasing his hand on their own. Then one finger eases inside me, then a second, stretching, working me open while his thumb keeps up that maddening rhythm. I’m trembling, slick, aching for something I don’t fully have words for.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he breathes against my throat. “Let me get you ready.”
By the time he draws his fingers free, I’m panting, wound so tight I feel like I might come apart from wanting.
He settles between my thighs, his weight braced on one forearm, and I feel the blunt, heavy press of him notch against my entrance. My breath stutters. He’s so much bigger than his fingers, and a flicker of nerves cuts through the haze.
He feels me tense up. Of course he does.
“Look at me.” His voice is rough, but his eyes hold mine, steady. “Breathe for me. I’ve got you. We go slow.”
I nod, dragging in a shaky breath. He kisses me once, soft, and on the exhale, he begins to push.
The stretch is immediate—a burning fullness as he eases inside me, inch by careful inch. He goes slow, pausing each time my body resists, murmuring low and soothing against my skin, letting me adjust before he gives me more. My nails bite into his shoulders. It’s too much and not enough all at once, my body opening around him in a way that empties every thought from my head.
Then he slides his hands to my ass and lifts me into a deft roll of his hips, seating himself fully with one, last deliberate push.
