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I clutch the sheets, moaning softly. “Oh my god…”

He leans in, kisses my jaw, my neck, all while his fingers keep working, his touch steady, skilled, and relentless.

“You feel incredible,” he whispers, voice ragged. “Hot, wet and tight.”

“Put another finger in. I want to see how that feels.”

He does slowly and gently and I suddenly feel a gush of liquid.”

“Jesus, Mandy, you are so wet. Spread your legs even more. I want to look at you.”

He watches as he inserts three fingers and moves them in and out. I watch him do it and it’s making me squirm and move around involuntarily.

Then his lips return to mine, and I kiss him like I’m already falling.

“Ready?"

I nod. “Nate… I’ve never…”

“I know.”

He presses his forehead to mine. “And I’m honored.”

That makes something inside me crack open.

We kiss again. Slower. Deeper. His hands cradle my face.

He stands, takes off his pants and boxers, and returns to me. My eyes widen slightly. He smiles.

My hand trails lower, fingers brushing the hard length of him. He sucks in a sharp breath, his muscles going tight beneath my touch.

“Feel how hard I am, Mandy…” he groans, his voice rough and hungry.

He rolls on a condom and hovers over me, one hand braced beside my head, the other trailing down my thigh. He nudges my legs apart and settles between them, his body warm and solid and exactly where I want him.

“Breathe,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”

When he slides into me, he goes slowly, so slowly it steals my breath.

I gasp, gripping his hand.

He stills. “Too much?”

“No,” I whisper. “Just… a lot.”

He kisses my shoulder, my jaw, my mouth. “I’ll go slow, baby. But I’m going to make you feel every damn second of it.”

And when he finally pushes in, my body arches beneath him. It’s more than pressure, more than stretch. It’s him filling me inch by inch, steady and careful, like he knows exactly what I can take and what I need.

A soft gasp slips out of me, part pleasure, part disbelief that this is really happening. He stills once he’s fully seated inside me, forehead pressed to mine, letting me feel every bit of him.

“You’re so tight,” he murmurs, reverent, like I’m something to worship. “So damn perfect.”

My body trembles, adjusting around him, every nerve sensing everything. I shift my hips experimentally, and his breath catches.

“Mandy…”

That single word wrecks me.