“Fucking me senseless.”

A smirk takes over, spreading so fucking hard, but I have no intention of hurting her—physically or otherwise. I kiss the corner of her mouth and slip my fingers straight into her heated entrance. “I promise to take care of every one of your fantasies. Tonight, for your first time, we are going to take it slow. And then I’m going to give you what you want and fuck you senseless.”

“We can take it slow, but can we get started already?”

I chuckle and stretch to reach for the drawer of the nightstand. “So fucking demanding.” Pulling out a condom, I drop it on her stomach, then flip to my back beside her and rest my head on a pillow. Tucking my hands behind my head, I grin. “You want to start, let’s go.”

She doesn’t hesitate, as I knew she wouldn’t. Taking the condom, she mounts me, straddling my legs, and rips open the package. She rolls the condom down like a professional. With a gleam in her eyes, she waggles her brows. “I learned from the movies.”

“I’ll admit I was curious.”

When I’m all packaged up, she looks down at my dick, the good time she was having wiped away like a clean slate. “I’m nervous.”

She’s been bold. She’s been vocal. But she hasn’t done it yet, so I’ve had a feeling we should slow down a bit. I reach up and touch her cheeks, sliding my hand down over her collarbone and lower. Caressing her tit, I then sit up to kiss her. “It’s okay. Just tell me how you’re feeling.”

Nodding, she says, “Tell me what to do.”

She’s a movie fanatic, so I know she’s seen a sex scene or two, but this isn’t a recreation of the act. The two of us are bonding for the first time. I take her hips and say, “I want you to lift up and go down at your own pace.”

When she lifts, I position myself at her entrance. With her palms to my chest, she begins to lower. Her mouth falls open as her body stretches to fit around me, a verbal gasp and relief expended. Her mouth widens with every inch of me she takes. Panting, she pushes until she’s fully seated, and then calms her breath.

Pride taking over her languid eyes is a sight to behold, the sound of her tender moans a musical melody. “You feel amazing, baby. So good, but are you okay?” I ask, still holding her hips, guiding her as she starts to find her rhythm.

“I’m good.” Touching her belly, she says, “Full.”

“Is it too much?”

“No,” she says, finally smiling. “You feel incredible.”

I rub my thumbs over the buds to ease any discomfort she might be feeling. It’s a good distraction if she’s feeling any pain. “Find what feels good.”

She slowly rocks back and forth, and with her palms pressed against me, she lifts to add to her pleasure. That’s my girl, taking what she wants and what she needs. “You’re doing so good. You feel . . .” Concerned for her, I haven’t appreciated how tight she is wrapped around me. Hot. Wet. Her body embracing mine. “So fucking good, baby. Keep going.”