Page 94 of Echoes of Us

I kissed him, and he panted into my mouth.

“Atty, I’m ready. Are you?”

I breathed against his lips. Was I? I wanted Noah so much, but a part of me still hesitated. I knew this would happen; I knew it would be him. I wanted it to be him, but something held me back.

“Atty?” He nudged my jaw to call my attention. He swallowed thickly. “We don’t have to if you’re not sure,” he whispered. “I want you to be sure.” The want was written all over his face despite his words. This was Noah. I loved him.

“I’m ready too.”

He licked his lips. He pushed me back, and I kneeled on the bed. Noah reached for the condom, the sound of it ripping open making my heart lurch. Our eyes lingered on one another as he came forward, sliding it over me. I breathed out as he lay back again, pulling me over him.

“You have to guide yourself, okay? Go slow.”

I watched as his legs fell open beside me, and reached for the lube again, slathering it over myself before moving closer to him. I looked down between us, and Noah raised his legs a little higher, granting me a better view. Swallowing hard, I pressed the head against him, pausing to feel the resistance.

“Go slow,” he repeated, his voice a gentle reminder.

As I applied a bit more pressure, my hips moved towards him. I glanced up at his face, noticing how his eyes were shut tight.

“Noah,” I called softly.

He opened his eyes, locking onto mine.

“Can you look at me?” I needed his focus.

His eyes filled with trust and something deeper, more primal. As I pressed further, his body yielded slightly, the tight ring of muscle giving way. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming. His shoulders tensed, and he made a noise that sounded more like discomfort than pleasure. I pulled back, feeling him relax again.

“It’s going to be a little hard, but I can take it. I’ll get used to it,” he reassured me.

I adjusted my weight and pressed in again.

He made the same noise but nodded encouragement. “Keep going,” he urged.

Slowly, I sank deeper, closing my eyes to the pressure surrounding me. He was so tight, almost impossibly so. I had barely gotten an inch in, and the thought of getting into him seemed daunting.

“Shit,” I breathed out shakily, trying to steady myself.

“Slow,” Noah reminded me once more.

As I continued pressing in, he let his legs fall more, lifting his hips to allow me to slide a bit deeper. We both groaned.

“I feel like I’m hurting you,” I said, my voice muffled against the crook of his neck.

“You’re not. I can take it. Keep going,” Noah insisted.

I moved my knees upward, pressing further. Noah hissed, and I stopped again.

“Noah…”

“I’m just not used to you. I swear it’s going to get better. Just keep going.” His words tumbled over each other in his eagerness.

“I’m barely in.”

“I know. Just get past the halfway point, and it’ll get easier,” he promised.

I huffed, making Noah let out a shaky laugh.

“I swear, Atty.”

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