She sank down onto me.
Slow. So slow it felt like time itself had been told to sit in the corner and wait its turn.
Her mouth fell open. No sound came out. Just that silent gasp that happens when the body experiences something so overwhelming that the brain forgets how vocal cords work. Her fingers splayed across my chest, nails digging half-moons into muscle as gravity did the work her trembling thighs refused to rush.
Inch by inch. The heat of her swallowed me whole.
"Oh," she finally managed. Her voice cracked on that single syllable. "Oh, that's... that's a lot."
"Breathe."
"I am breathing."
"You're really not."
She exhaled hard through her nose. A shaky, stuttering thing that made her stomach muscles quiver. Her crimson hair hung around her face like a curtain, the ends brushing my collarbone as she adjusted her hips and took more of me. Her inner walls clenched and relaxed in waves, her body learning the shape of mine in real time.
