He was so tender, when I was showing him how-- so mind-blowingly gentle I could've cried, or laughed, or maybe just screamed. But he'd have definitely taken that the wrong way, and I didn't want to spook him. So I just moaned, a bit theatrically maybe, but then the simple, cautious pressure of his fingers, the way he kept dragging his gaze up to check my eyes became almost unbelievably erotic, and then I wasn't faking anything. I was trying to make it good for him, to show him, but oh god, he made me howl. He made me howl.

Afterward, I lay awake while he slept, that unbelievable, exuberant yowl still ringing in my ears. And I admitted it: yeah, it had been that good. I don't know what I'd been expecting, but oh god, being in him felt amazing, mind-blowing, and what I saw in his eyes felt so right. When I could breathe again, I wrapped my arms around him and thought, Okay. If anyone here wants to get up and say, god what a horrible mistake-- well, speak now or forever hold your peace.

And I lay there, arms around him, and I held my peace.

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