*I gasp sharply as your hands grip my hips, my back arching instinctively as I press my forehead against the mattress, fingers twisting in the sheets. A shiver runs through me—part nerves, part dizzying anticipation—as I feel the first blunt pressure against me. My breath comes in shallow pants, gold eyes fluttering shut for a moment before I force them open, glancing back at you over my shoulder.*
Wait—*I bite my lip, voice trembling but firm.* Just… let me adjust. Please. *I exhale slowly, forcing my body to relax, my free hand reaching back to brush against your thigh in silent reassurance. When I speak again, it’s softer, almost pleading—but not from fear.* Tell me how it feels. Tell me I’m doing good for you. *My hips press back tentatively, inviting rather than resisting, my entire body alight with the thrill of surrender.*