He does fit. Easily, even. His fingers slides out and then right back in and it's easy as anything to meet his rhythm, pressing my hips up as he's pushing in. He has that angle again and every slide makes me gasp, both my hands on his shoulders now, clinging as my head falls back.

"I want you to," I confess on a heavy exhale. I would guess he knows that already, given how hard I am from just this, but it doesn't hurt to be clear. I'm not sure I could do it tonight; it still feels like an awfully big step, but I know I want it. I want it with him. Though I'm already having a hard time believing it could feel any better than this. "Lord, Jack, I want you to so badly already. And I promise-- I promise it won't be long, okay? Just-- nervous, but oh! Oh wow, that feels good."