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“Easy,” Pascal says. His hand smooths up my back. “It’ll warm up. Just breathe.”

He rubs the lube over me with slow circles of one fingertip, and it warms under his touch. He doesn’t push in. He just keeps circling, patient, until I stop tensing.

“There you go,” he soothes. “You’re doing so well.”

Zander brushes the hair out of my face. “Look at me.”

I look at him.

“Breathe out,” Zander says.

I breathe out, and Pascal eases the tip of one finger inside me.

It’s strange. Tight. Not painful, just new. I suck in a breath.

“Okay?” Pascal asks.

“Okay.”

“If it helps,” Jarek says, stretching out on the cushions beside us and brushing my hair back from my shoulder, “Pascal’s never rushed anything in his life. Took him two weeks just to kiss you.”

I laugh, and my whole body relaxes, and Pascal’s finger slides deeper.

“Thank you, Jarek,” Pascal says dryly.

“Anytime.”

Pascal eases me open a little at a time, one finger, then more lube, then two. He never rushes. He talks to me the whole time, soft and low. How beautiful I am. How good I’m doing. How much he loves the sounds I’m making. Zander’s hands move up and down my back, and his eyes never leave mine. Jarek plays with my hair and kisses my shoulder.

By the time Pascal slides his second finger all the way in, the tightness has turned into something else. Something that makes me push back against his hand.

“Feel that?” Pascal breathes. “Your body wants this.”

“She’s ready,” Zander says. “Sit up. Take me.”

I push myself up with my hands on Zander’s chest. He grips his cock, and I sink down on him slowly. We both groan. Without a condom, it’s hotter, smoother, and I can feel every inch of him.

“Good,” Zander says through his teeth. “Now stay still for him.”

I stay still. Behind me, Pascal eases his fingers out. He shifts closer, and his thighs press against the backs of mine. I feel the head of his cock where his fingers were.

“I’m going to go slow,” he says, his mouth close to my ear. “Keep breathing. Tell me if you need me to stop.”

“Okay.”

He pushes in.

It’s a lot. It’s so much. The stretch makes my eyes water, and I grip Zander’s shoulders. Pascal stops immediately.

“Breathe. Relax your muscles.”

I breathe out. He waits. Zander rubs my hips with his thumbs.

“More,” I whisper.

Pascal eases in a little deeper and stops. Waits. A little more. He’s patient in a way I didn’t know a man could be, and every time I tense, he stops and kisses the back of my neck and tells me how good I’m doing, until I relax again.

When he’s finally all the way inside me, all three of us are breathing hard.