Page 63 of Speed Crush

His gaze returns to mine, every muscle in his body coiled with restraint.

“We can stop,” he says, voice rough but tender.

I shake my head, breathless and overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness.

“Nah. I should’ve worn hiking boots. Didn’t know we were scaling Everest tonight.”

His grin returns. “Don’t worry, Songbird. I’ll carry you to the summit.”

And then he kisses me.

I hand the condom back to him.

Then I nod… and pause. “Wait,” I murmur, breathless. “Can we do it… not on the couch? It might be too small.”

His brows lift slightly, but there’s nothing but understanding in his eyes. He takes my hand and pulls me down onto the new carpet gently. My back hits the floor, and I feel grounded. Ready.

I stretch out for him, bare and open.

Noah rolls on the condom and lowers himself above me, his eyes scanning my face like he’s memorizing it—every curve, every flicker of emotion. He leans down and brushes a kiss across my cheek, then the corner of my mouth.

“I need you to know,” he murmurs, voice thick, “this isn’t just sex for me. Having your first time… June, that’s an honor I don’t take lightly.”

My chest tightens. Something warm and sweet unfurls inside me.

He kisses my neck slowly, trailing down my collarbone as his body hovers over mine. “If I go too fast—if you want to stop—just say the word.”

I nod, whispering, “I trust you.”

His breath catches. For a moment, he just looks at me, something intense flickering behind those blue eyes. Then he reaches down, positions himself, and rubs the tip of his cock through my slick folds, teasing us both.

“You’re so wet for me,” he groans, voice rough. “So warm. So perfect.”

Then, with one slow, careful push, he begins to slide inside.

His hands are everywhere—cradling my hip, brushing my jaw, grounding me. One arm tightens around my back, the other finds my hand, threading our fingers together.

I gasp, my breath catching at the stretch. It burns. Not sharply, but with pressure, full and slow.

Noah pauses, his lips near my temple, breath warm against my skin. “Breathe for me,” he whispers. “You’re doing so good.”

I exhale through parted lips. “Don’t stop.”

He moves again, easing deeper. I feel him trembling—not just with restraint, but with emotion, with care. His thumb rubs soft circles over the back of my hand.

“You feel like heaven,” he groans. “Tight. Wet. Like you were made for me.”

My eyes blur. My body pulses around him, and for the first time, I understand what it means to be filled.

“More,” I whisper. “Please, Noah. I want all of you.”

He groans, jaw clenched like he’s fighting every instinct not to give in too fast. His gaze is fixed on mine, his movements controlled but hungry.

“You’re literally testing my limits,” he rasps. “Is it okay if I go deeper? Faster?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Please, yes.”

He shifts his hips, hands bracketing mine against the floor as he starts to move—slow at first, then with growing rhythm.

---