The head of him kissed her entrance and stayed there.
Mia's eyes went wide.
"Stan."
"I know. Big. I know." He kissed her, slow, while he held still. "Breathe. I'm not shoving. I'm going to give you an inch and then I'm going to wait."
He did exactly that.
Pressure. A burn that was more stretch than pain. She gasped into his mouth and he swallowed the sound, forehead against hers, every muscle in his back locked so he wouldn't chase the heat.
"Okay?"
"Yes. Just, slow. Please."
"I got you."
Another inch. Her nails dug into his shoulder. He kissed her temple, her cheek, the side of her throat, talking because silence would make her think too hard.
"You're so tight. Fuck. You're taking me so well. That's my girl. Childhood friend my ass, look at you letting me in."
