Page 118 of Always Meant for You
Why he left me in the rain.
Why he ignored me.
I’ll need answers.
But not tonight.
Tonight is about moving forward. It’s about what we’re building, what we’re choosing.
And I choose him.
I want to show him what that means.
Whathemeans to me.
And what I want to give to him.
I reach between us and take him into my hands. He’s hard. The solid weight of him pulses in my palm, proof of how long he’s waited, how tightly he’s kept himself in check.
I guide him to where I need him most.
“You’re sure?” he asks again.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
The muscles in his throat strain as he swallows. “I’ll go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I smile up at him. “I’m stronger than I look.”
I arch into him, guiding him closer. My body stretches to meet his, heat blooming low and steady as he moves inside me.
I close my eyes for half a breath, adjusting to the sensation, but I open them again. I need to see him. This isn’t a dream. I’m not alone in bed fantasizing about him. He’s here. Skin to skin. Heart to heart.
He slides in deeper.
I gasp, not from pain, but from awe. Awe that this is happening, that it’s him, that it’s us.
Cal trembles.
I wrap my arms around him. “You’re shaking.”
He nods, his breath uneven. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I hold his face in my hands. “I told you, I’m tough. You don’t have to hold back. Not with me. Never with me.”
He presses a kiss to my temple, then lowers his mouth to mine. And when he moves again, it’s with purpose. He rolls his hips, each stroke steady, each movement breaking me open in the best way.
I didn’t expect to want this, to crave it. I thought my first time would be about patience. Maybe a little discomfort. A hurdle to get through. But this is entirely different.
It’s good. So good.
And I want more.
Greedy for every slide, every stretch, every part of him pressing into me, I lift my hips, meeting him stroke for stroke. I need him closer, deeper, unrestrained.
His body is solid and braced. I can feel what’s coiled beneath it—held tight, held back.
“Let go,” I say against his lips. “Nothing hurts. I want to know what I do to you. Show me how you want me.”
