"Okay," I breathe, relaxing a little under the look in his eye. And I know he will stop is the thing. My trust in Jack is unwavering, born from years of him being my Captain, months and months of him being my friend and now... now this. I feel like I've trusted Jack even longer than I've liked him.

My breath catches a little when he touches me, my face flaming hot when I feel him spread my legs. I can only imagine what he's looking at, what he's seeing, and even if he just had his fingers there, I still feel split open. I bury my face into the pillow then, trying to remember to breathe and when I feel him against me, feel the blunt, thick tip of his cock drag over my whole, every muscle in my body draws tight.

I almost want to just ignore all the nerves and beg him to put it in and I bite down on my lips as I feel him drag lower, bumping against the swell of my balls before urging me to close my thighs. I do as he asks, feeling the full length of him all nestled there and let out a shudder.

"Jack," I breathe, muscles straining as I push up a little onto my elbows and lift my hips, trying to give him the best angle. "God, Jack, is it... Oh," I groan when I feel him start to move. I go still then, concentrating entirely on keeping my thighs tight and pressing back against him, almost... almost like he's really inside me.