I felt his erection throbbing against my belly, his eyes on me as I reached between our bodies to grasp hold of his hard shaft.
"I want this," I assured him, a slight tremor evident in my voice.
"It'll hurt," he warned me, "but only for a moment."
I waited while he grabbed a condom from his bedside drawer and rolled it on. I felt relieved that I hadn't had to raise the subject; just the idea was embarrassing enough. But on the other hand, I was still having nightmares about an unwanted pregnancy.
"Relax," Wesley practically whispered, feeling some of my tension. "I promise I won't do anything until you're ready."
"Promise?"
"Yes, promise." He kissed me, his teeth nibbling my lower lip as his hand moved between my thighs.