Ivy

He pushed in, slow at first, stretching me around the thick head of him.

It burned.

I gasped, clinging to his shoulders, but didn’t pull away.

He stilled. His whole body held its breath. “Hurts?”

I shook my head, even though it did. It always does, but this time I welcomed it.

“Keep going,” I whispered.

He went slow, easing into me, letting my body take every inch. Didn’t slam in, didn’t force it. Just relentless, slow pressure ...