It's so, so easy to trust Jack, easy to relax a little even as I watch him spread lube over his fingers, knowing exactly where they're about to be. He leans forward, staring down at me as he presses one slick, and cold, finger right up against me. I go tense again, just for a second, but he doesn't push, just rubs gently, circling, and I lift a hand to his shoulder, sliding it on up to the side of his neck like I'm trying to hold on.

Goodness, sometimes I'm not sure he's made of anything but muscle.

"It's-- Yeah," I breathe, something inside me relaxing the longer he touches me there. Sucking in another breath, I nod, and tilt my hips up a little, encouraging. It's still hard not to be anxious, but the excitement is starting to outweigh the nerves. I'm two seconds away from having Jack's finger inside me and those two seconds feel too far away now.