Jack hasn't pushed for a single thing since we got together, has let me lead almost every step of the way. I know he isn't that much more experienced than I am so it's more a case of us both being nervous, but I have to say I appreciate it so much. Jack makes me feel comfortable. Safe. Wanted.

His broad hands smooth down the backs of my thighs and then up again, one finger slipping inward to drag right over my hole and it's impossible to mask the way I shiver. My grip on him falters a little and I definitely feel a weird swoop of both relief and disappointment when his hands return to where they were.

"Oh goodness," I breathe, laughing a little as I turn into his nudge, my lips hovering just over his as I give his cock a light squeeze, my thumb passing over the tip to spread the bead of pre-come that leaks free. "Swear I'll let you do anything you want to me." It doesn't feel like a lie even if we're both still taking things slow. I trust him to only go so far as we're both comfortable. "Will you let me though? I promise I can make it good."