He turns to me, face gentle. His lips are pinched as he studies me, so long that I start feeling self-conscious. Maybe I’m making him feel like he needs to do this.

“If you don’t want to…”

“If I don’t want to?” He laughs then, his smile still successful in taking my breath away. “Wren, on what planet do you live?”

I’m the one who has nothing to say now.

Aaron turns to me and presses a soft kiss on my lips. “Are you a hundred percent sure?”

“Yes,” I say without a single moment of doubt.

His jaw shifts before he says, “All right.” Leaning down, he licks my middle again, making me even wetter. When I squirm, he comes back up. “We’ll try to make it as easy as possible, okay? And I need you to tell me to stop if you’re in pain. Those are my conditions. Do you promise?”

I grin, an honest one this time. “I promise.”

“Good.” Slowly, he shifts on his back and says, “Let’s try with you on top. This way you’ll be able to control the depth.”

His length is back to being big and hard, ready for me. I didn’t expect to do it like this, but maybe he’s right and it’ll feel better like that. Nodding, I move forward and straddle him.

Eyes on me, he takes one of my hands in his, interlacing our fingers together before he gives me an encouraging squeeze.

Slowly, so slowly, I sink down on his length.

I’m about halfway down when I wince, the discomfort still there. Aaron’s free hand automatically lands on my hip, pulling me up so I don’t take him deeper.

I was right about this. It was always going to be with him or no one else.

With his fingers digging into my skin, I sink back down, able to take a little more this time before coming back up. I repeat the movement again and again, the discomfort easing the more I move on him.

“You’re doing so good,” Aaron says, gaze never wavering. In response, I take more of him. He’s almost all the way inside now, and by the way he’s clenching his jaw, I’d say he’s liking it as much as I am. Yes, there is still some pain, but I’m also starting to see how this could feel really, really good once I’m more used to it.

I ride him up and down again, until finally, I take him all the way in. My body stills, giving myself a moment to adjust to the stretch of him.

“Fuck,” Aaron groans, his eyelids squeezing shut. “¿Cómo podría resistirme a ti?”

“English, please.”

He snickers. “Just saying this feels amazing.”

A surge of pride fills my chest. This isn’t just for me. He likes it too.