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I guide her hands as she rolls the condom onto me, her touch sending sparks of pleasure up my spine. When she's finished, I ease her back onto the pillows, positioning myself above her.

"This might hurt," I warn, brushing hair from her face. "We'll go slow, and you tell me if you need to stop."

She nods, wrapping her arms around my neck, drawing me down for another kiss. As our lips meet, I position myself at her entrance, slowly pressing forward. The heat of her tight pussy nearly undoes me immediately, and I have to pause, fighting for control.

Isabella tenses at the first thrust. I freeze, giving her time to adjust.

"Breathe," I whisper, pressing kisses to her eyelids, her cheeks, the corner of her mouth. "Just breathe."

She exhales shakily, then nods. "Keep going."

I push forward another inch, watching her face for signs of discomfort. When I meet resistance, I pause again. "This is the part that might hurt," I tell her. "Ready?"

Chapter 8 - Isabella

"I'm ready," I whisper, meeting Jake's concerned gaze.

His eyes search mine one last time, looking for any hint of hesitation. Finding none, he nods and pushes forward with a controlled thrust. The sharp pain makes me gasp, my body instinctively tensing around the intrusion. It's uncomfortable, more than I expected, but there's something about the fullness, the intimacy of our connection, that transcends the physical discomfort.

"Breathe," Jake murmurs, holding perfectly still above me. His arms tremble slightly with the effort of restraint. "Just breathe through it."

I force myself to take a deep breath, then another, focusing on relaxing around him. This is worth it—worth the momentary pain to share this experience with someone who treats me with such care, such respect. Sebastian would never have been this patient, this attentive to my needs. I know this with bone-deep certainty.

"You okay?" Jake asks, his voice strained.

I nod, biting my lower lip. "Don't stop."

He begins to move, slow, shallow thrusts that gradually deepen as my body adjusts to accommodate him. The initial sharp pain fades, replaced by a sensation that hovers between discomfort and something more intriguing.

I close my eyes, concentrating on the feeling of him moving inside me, the weight of his body above mine, the gentle brush of his lips against my forehead.

When I open my eyes again, my gaze fixes on the ceiling for a moment before finding his face. The sight nearly takesmy breath away. Jake's expression is a mixture of intense concentration and raw pleasure, sweat beading along his hairline and dampening his beard. His muscles flex with each careful movement, shoulders and arms working to support his weight above me.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper, surprising myself with the words.

His rhythm falters for a moment, eyes opening to meet mine. The vulnerability I see there makes my heart skip a beat. This isn't just physical for him either.

"Isabella," he breathes.

His thrusts deepen, gaining confidence as my body relaxes further, accepting him more completely. The discomfort recedes, replaced by a building pressure that makes me arch upward, seeking more.

Jake shifts suddenly, sitting up and pulling me with him without breaking our connection. I find myself straddling his lap, his strong hands supporting my hips as he guides me into a new rhythm. The position pushes him impossibly deeper, drawing a gasp from my lips.

"Is this good?" he asks, his voice trembling with desire.

"Yes," I manage, gripping his shoulders for balance.

In this position, I can feel the flex of every muscle as he uses his powerful thighs and core to thrust upward. My body feels weightless, suspended in his strong grip as he moves beneath me. It's the most physically connected I've ever felt to another person, not just our bodies joined, but our breath syncing, our heartbeats accelerating together.

The new angle creates friction against a spot inside me. Each thrust builds the sensation higher until I'm struggling tomaintain my silence. A moan escapes before I can catch it, the sound seeming obscenely loud in the quiet room.

Jake's eyes darken at the noise, his movements becoming more urgent, more purposeful.

"That's it," he encourages softly. "Let me hear you."

I shake my head frantically, all too aware of his sleeping daughters down the hall. "Can't," I gasp.

He understands immediately, adjusting his grip to pull me closer, my face tucking against his neck to muffle any sounds I can't contain. The change in position intensifies everything—the depth of his thrusts, the friction against my most sensitive spots, the intimate press of our bodies.

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