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“Holy shit,” I reply, grabbing his head as I move on his face. I had no idea an orgasm could build so quickly, but I’m about to tumble. “Jaxon, this is…”

My entire body constricts as the orgasm barrels through me. But neither of us is satiated, so he climbs up my body, rips open a condom with his teeth, spitting out the wrapper piece, and is notched at my entrance before the euphoria has passed. There is a fleeting moment of disappointment that he put it on in the first place, but I’m glad one of us is staying responsible.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks.

As if I’ll say no. But the moment of sweetness makes me smile. The man is losing his mind and still has the wherewithal to ask if this is okay.

“There is nothing I want more than to feel you inside me.”

Although I’m talking a big game, nerves crash back in. When Tripp and I had sex, he just took my body and made it work, whether it was comfortable for me or not, so that’s what I’m expecting. There was never a you orgasm first portion. I would eventually have a biological response and get wet enough to make it not hurt, but with a dick as big as Jaxon’s, I’m scared he’ll take that approach too. Although, to be fair, I’m more aroused now than I ever was with Tripp.

Luckily, that’s not how Jaxon operates. When he starts to slides inside, it burns as I stretch to accommodate him. He stops when he sees me wince, and I hold my breath to wait for him to force himself in, but he doesn’t.

“Breathe, baby. You have to breathe,” he say again, holding his body up over mine, letting me get comfortable, trying to open me.

I take a sharp inhale and slowly exhale. At that point, the sex haze clears for him and he remembers everything; that I don’t have much experience, that I’m nervous, that he’s huge.

“Della, you’re so fucking hot.” He takes my lips and claims me with a kiss. All while his dick is about half an inch into my body. It’s surprisingly tender, and that’s what I need to start to relax. He must feel it too, because he talks to me some more.

“Are you okay?” he asks. I just nod my head.

“I need your words, Della. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, you’re just… um… bigger than I’m used to,” I admit.

“We can stop if you’re uncomfortable,” he reassures me.

The words make my nose tingle because that’s so foreign to me.

“No. I want this, Jaxon. I want you.”

“Those words on your lips, Del,” he bends to take my lips again. Slowly this time, more sensually. “Say it again.”

“I want you, Jaxon,” I whisper.

“Think about how good it’s going to feel when I’m fucking you, Della,” he brings his mouth to my ear. “If you think my fingers felt good, wait ‘til you feel my dick moving in you.”

With that, he sits up, widens my legs with his knees, and looks down. I don’t realize I’m doing it, but I’m waiting for his judgment. Instead, he praises me some more and uses his thumb to circle my clit. I can feel the moment that my body recognizes it’s safe, and the relaxation that comes with it. My next breath is a gasp because I watch every muscle in his body contract as he pushes further in. Between the sweetness, the way he is working my clit, and the way he’s talking to me, my body gives way, and he reaches deeper with each stroke.

I feel every thick inch, and when he’s fully buried, he stops, giving me time to adjust.

“You good, Del?” he asks in a quiet voice.

“So good, Jax. You feel amazing.”

“God, so do you. I knew you would.”

With that, he starts moving in me, and it’s a rush I never want to end. He’s hitting every place at once, and my legs wrap around him, trying to pull him even closer. Now I know why they say dick size matters.

This is what sex is supposed to feel like, I think. Tripp and I were definitely not having sex. I don’t even know what you would call what we did.

“Hey,” he says, as if he knows my mind is starting to wander. “Stay with me, Del.”

I look up at him, and something in me shifts. It doesn’t matter what happened between Tripp and me; this is so much better.

“Della, I want you on top of me.”

“We don’t have to check any more boxes, Jax.”