Page 184 of Nyx

"I'll go slow," he tells me as he covers my body with his, and there isn't even a whisper of fear in my mind despite our size differences.

I want this so badly, and I know that his attention and the way he stopped every single time he thought I might've changed my mind has been exactly what I needed to know that what we're doing is all about my choices. I never thought a man could have so much control over his own body to be able to hit the brakes when he questioned where my head was at.

I'm fully on board, which is how it should be, but I also know it isn't going to give me much room to argue tomorrow that I should've stopped, that I shouldn't have let things go so far. I had ample opportunity to back out.

I can't blame things on moving too fast and not giving myself enough time to think through my actions.

"Are you with me?" he asks as he pulls his mouth from my neck and looks down at me.

I blink up at him, my eyes looking directly at him.

It's just one more opportunity he's giving me to make a different decision.

"I'm with you," I promise. "Please be gentle. Go slow."

It's not that I feel like my body can't handle him. I just want to feel valued and cherished. It's not something I've ever felt while having sex before, and I know that if any man can give me exactly what I need physically and emotionally, it's going to be him.

My mouth falls open, a panted moan leaving my lips when he shifts his hips back before moving them forward. His cock kisses the slickness this night has created right where I need him the most, and once again he pauses, the most intimate part of him nestled just inside of me.

I flex, wanting more of him, and it makes him groan, a sound that rumbles from his chest before flowing right back through me.

"More," I whisper, attempting to flex my hips, but his weight on mine makes it impossible.

He shifts again, pulling back a fraction before pressing in deeper.

"Open for me, baby," he begs. "Let me in."

I lift my legs higher, pressing my thighs to his hips, and have to arch my neck back when he pushes further inside again.

The fullness, the heat of his body, and the whispered words of praise are everything I've never had.

His arms curl under my back, hands coming up over my shoulders as if he has to lock me in place, afraid I'll leave, but my mind is silent other than the anticipation of what happens next.

It's bliss and heaven, need and want all rolled into one.

"That's it," he praises as he shifts again, pulling back and pressing forward until he finds the end of me. "I've never felt anything better."

My entire body clenches again, his words contributing just as much to my arousal as the way his body and mine are joined.

I'm panting, unable to draw in a full breath as he moves inside of me, grinding against my hips with every inward stroke.

"I'm-"

"I know, baby. I can feel your body getting ready."

He looks down at me, his face looking just as blissed out as my entire body feels.

For some reason, the burn of tears builds behind my eyes as my core tightens in preparation for orgasm. What he's giving me feels like a gift.

He's experiencing pleasure, but it doesn't make me feel like he's taking something from me because he's offering something in return.

I turn my head, fighting the urge to make this more emotional because that was never the goal.

I didn't set this in motion tonight because I wanted to feel close to someone or because I had this untouched need to feel valued. I wanted a release, something merely physical, and a mutual experience of pleasure.

His kindness has had the power to shift my mind, allowing all the other unexplored emotions to resurface, and I'd be a fool to think this is anything other than what it actually is.

"Hey," he says, a whisper of a word that brings me right back into the moment.