Only when his breathing had grown uneven did I lift my mouth, locking eyes with him as I gently raised his legs.
I paused there, holding his gaze, my body still as if waiting for an answer I couldn't put into words. Do you want this? Is it okay? I'm about to go in… can I? The question burned in my eyes, and I made sure he could see it.
His lips opened slightly, his breath unsteady, and then he whispered, "Slowly, baby."
That was all I needed, the soft permission, the trust shining in his eyes.
I nodded, pressing forward. My hips moved carefully, sliding the tip inside. His body compressed, and he gasped, the sound sharp but not pained. I stopped, leaning close and murmuring, "Hold on, babe. I'll be in."
