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Finally.

He looms over me, and I get the full view. His penis, jutting out thick and hard and flushed a deep pink at the tip. The dark hair at its base, trimmed short and tidy. His testicles, heavy beneath.

It’s not as though I haven’t seen it all before. But looking up at his penis from flat on my back, knowing it’s about to go inside me, is another matter entirely. Suddenly I’m a bit nervous.

“Ryan,” I say carefully. “You know it’s been a long time for me, yeah?”

“Aye.”

“And…well, I don’t want you getting any more cocky than you already are.” I hear myself and flinch. “Oh dear, cocky was maybe a poor choice of word. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, I don’t remember any of the guys I’ve been with being that size.” I lift a finger and point at it. “It…slightly scares me.”

Ryan kneels down between my legs and takes hold of himself at the base. “What, this?” He looks down at it, then at where he wants to put it, then finally at me. His mouth twitches. “Nothing to be scared of, I promise. It’s on your side. I’ll put it in a bit at a time, all right? If all you can take tonight is the head, that’s fine. We can work up to more. And if even that’s too much, we stop. There’s plenty else we can do.”

It’s very sweet of him, though the way his gaze keeps dropping between my legs does rather undermine his show of patience. Especially when he absent-mindedly gives himself a slow stroke from base to tip.

To be fair to him, he does manage to focus long enough to add, “And just so you know, I’m clean. I always wear a condom, and I get checked regularly. Had my bloods done for the Kovac fight as well. And I’ve no been wi’ anyone since before camp started.”

“Do you have a condom with you?” I really hope he does. I don’t have any in the flat.

“Aye, in my jeans.” He climbs off the bed. “Back in a sec.”

And off he goes, completely naked, through to the living room. I get an excellent view of his bottom on the way out of the door. It’s high and round and ridiculously firm. All those squats, presumably. Whoever invented squats deserves a medal.

He comes back holding a foil packet and kicks the bedroom door closed behind him.

“Penny lifted her head off the sofa and gave me a look,” he reports. “I feel judged.”

“Well, you did just walk through her living room naked. And, you know, hard.”

Ryan smirks. He doesn’t open the packet right away. Instead, his gaze dips between my legs again. When it comes back up, his expression is darker. “Before I put this on, can I rub my cock through your pussy? I want to feel you bare, just for a minute. But if you’re no comfortable wi’ that, it’s fine.”

He’s a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to ask. I don’t trust my voice, so I just nod.

He drops the packet on the duvet then climbs back onto the bed. He moves in closer between my thighs, holds himself by the base, and guides the head of his penis along me. Slowly. All the way up, then all the way back down.

There’s nothing between us now but skin, and the slow, heavy slide of him makes me gasp. He groans, a deep, rough sound, low in his chest.

“Fuck,” he mutters, watching himself. “Look at that.”

He does it again, and my hips tilt up to meet him without my permission. He drags the head of himself over the most sensitive part of me, then down, and down further, until he’s right at my entrance. He circles it, pressing just enough to make me want more.

I make a noise I didn’t know I could make.

“Right,” Ryan says. “Condom.” His jaw is tight.

He pulls back, tears the packet open, and rolls it on. Then he leans over me, braces a hand by my head, and lines himself up.

“You’re in control here,” he tells me. “You want me to stop, you say the word or tap me twice. Same as the lessons. All right?”

“All right.”

“You ready?”

“Yes.”

“Sure?”

“Ryan. I’m sure.”