Warning: Mature Content Ahead.
And oh, did he grant my wish? Beautifully so. He positioned himself at my entrance, his cock slick with my arousal. Our eyes met, and in that single moment, everything unsaid passed between us; the hurt, the healing, the fragile, beautiful hope for something new.
He pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, giving me time to adjust. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder.
"Fuck, Waverly… you feel so good."
I tightened around him, and he gasped, starting a rhythm that was at once gentle and urgent. Each thrust was deliberate, measured, as if he were trying to pour every emotion he couldn't articulate into the motion of his hips.
Don't stop, I thought, clinging to him, my nails digging into his back. Please don't ever stop.
