He goes so, so slowly, just the tip of his finger little by little. It's impossible to miss, of course, but it doesn't hurt. Not like I'd half expected it to. It feels weird if anything, but not at all bad. Especially not when he goes further still, my body just somehow welcoming him, letting him in.

His lips are a breath above mine when he speaks and there's something about this moment, something so, so intimate that I'm just clinging to him, lips shaking against his when he finally presses in for a kiss.

"Can't believe you're touching me," I admit, my voice shaking a little as my muscle flutter a little, clenching around the finger he already has buried inside me. "God, Jack. Used to dream about this, you know, and now here you are." I roll my hips just a little, testing, letting out a groan when something about the angle sends a jolt straight up my spine. "Oh! You can-- you can start to move a little. If you want."