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I lower my mouth to her stomach, then trail lower. I kiss her thighs, the insides of her knees, every soft, trembling part of her until she’s gasping again—hips shifting, fingers reaching for me.

“Jonah—”

“I’ve got you,” I whisper, settling between her legs. “I just want to show you how this can feel.”

When I finally put my mouth on her, she moans. Her hips buck, but I hold her steady with one arm over her waist, the other splayed across her thigh. I take her apart slowly, until she’s panting, until her body arches and tenses and falls apart.

When she comes, she says my name and I almost completely fall apart.

My lips are back on hers in the next breath and I let her taste her sweet juices.

“You okay?”

She nods, breathless. “More. Please.”

I reach for my wallet, but she stops me with a hand on my chest. Her voice is soft but sure.

“I want to feel you.”

I suck in a breath, steady myself, and kiss her again before rolling on the condom and settling between her thighs.

“You will, baby. I’ll go slow. You tell me everything you feel. Everything you want. This is all yours, Ani.”

She wraps her arms around me, legs parting in invitation. “Then I want all of it.”

And God help me, I give her everything.

I keep one hand on her cheek and reach between us with the other, guiding myself to her entrance.

“Breathe for me,” I murmur against her lips. “Nice and slow.”

She nods, but I can feel the tremble in her thighs. I run my nose along her cheek, grounding her as I start to push in—just the tip, just enough to feel that first impossibly tight resistance.

She gasps, fingers digging into my back.

“Shh, I’ve got you.” I press a kiss to her temple. “We’ll go slow. You’re doing so good.”

I ease in another inch, then pause, letting her adjust. Her walls clench hard around me, and I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to bury myself fully. She’s tight, untouched, and so goddamn warm.

Her breath hitches. “It—hurts a little.”

“I know, baby.” I kiss her throat, her shoulder. “It’s just your body learning me. You tell me if it gets too much.”

She shifts her hips the tiniest bit, and I take it as permission to go deeper—slowly, steadily, until I’m fully inside her.

She’s panting beneath me, flushed and wide-eyed and perfect.

“You’re inside me,” she whispers.

I nod, brushing my knuckles over her cheek. “Yeah, baby. You’ve got me.”

I start to move—just a shallow roll of my hips, more grind than thrust. Her breath catches again, but this time, it’s not pain I hear—it’s need. Her body starts to respond, her hands sliding up my back, nails dragging softly over my skin as her hips rise to meet mine.

“Jonah…” Her voice breaks on the word.

“I’m here,” I rasp, driving in a little deeper now. “I’ve got you.”

She whimpers when I hit that sweet spot. I do it again and again, building a rhythm meant to wreck her gently. I keep my mouth on her skin the whole time—her jaw, her throat, the swell of her breast—letting her feel me in every way I can.