The hard length of him nudged against her slick entrance, and a fresh wave of heat flooded her body. She hesitated for only a second before lowering herself, taking him in inch by inch.
Her breath hitched as the stretch burned through her, her walls struggling to accommodate his size.
It was always like this—no matter how many times they came together, he always felt impossibly big, like her body was being reshaped to fit him.
The feeling was overwhelming, toeing the line between pain and pleasure.
Ross tightened his grip on her hips, steadying her as she adjusted. His thumbs caressed her skin in slow, soothing circles, silently urging her forward.
"You've got this," he murmured, his voice thick with restraint.
Amy bit her lip, her nails digging into his shoulders as she forced herself to relax. Then, with a deep breath, she sank down fully, gasping as he filled her to the hilt.