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༻ Rose's POV ༺
"Delicious," Matt said as he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. The grin he hit me with made my stomach flip. He was blindingly handsome and he looked at me in a way that made me feel like I was worth something. Nobody had ever made me feel like that before, but one look from Matt and I felt worthy.
I slumped against his pillows. I was already wiped out from one orgasm, but there was no way I was telling him that. It had taken a lot to convince him that I genuinely did want this. I had to admit, I had struggled to be so honest about what I wanted. And his refusal had hurt, a lot. But I also knew that Matt was sweet and kind and caring and he would always put me first.
He crawled over me and his lips found mine. I could taste myself on his lips but his taste, his smell, it overpowered mine. It was a masculine concoction I couldn't quite put my finger on, something warm and woody, something that smelt like home.
"Are you absolutely sure?" he asked me once again, even as his naked body pressed against mine, his erection pressing into my thigh. Even when I'd just come all over his face. 
"I'm sure, Matt," I told him, my lips moving against his while my hands slid up to his shoulders. Every inch of his skin was smooth and I could feel his muscles rippling beneath the surface as he sifted his weight onto one arm and wrapped a large hand around my hip.
"I don't want to hurt you," he mumbled, thumb brushing over my skin. He shifted slightly and I felt his rock-hard erection press against my inner thigh. I squeezed my legs together to alleviate the ache that formed and felt his answering smile. "It's going to hurt a bit."
I swallowed. Judging on the size of him, I knew it would hurt. There was no way around that. But I knew I'd regret it if I changed my mind. I wanted to prove to him that I trusted him. And I needed to prove to myself that he was trustworthy, that he would take care of me. I wanted to progress with him. I needed to progress with him so I could calm my worries if him getting bored of waiting. I needed to show him I could do something for him too, that I didn't want the physical side of our relationship to be solely about me. I wanted him to feel good too.
I needed this.
We needed this.
"I'll be okay," I assured him. I clutched his shoulders a little tighter. "You'll take care of me."
He smiled. "Always."
His lips slipped over mine once again, his tongue pushing into my mouth. His grip on my waist tightened. It was absolute bliss. I kissed him back as though he was the oxygen that I needed to breathe. And if I was perfectly honest with myself, I think I needed him the way I needed to breathe. I could no longer imagine going about a day of my life without having him with me. 
His hand left my waist and slid over my hip to my thigh. Gently, he nudged them apart, making room for him to settle between my legs. A whimper left my lips when his dick nudged against my centre but it was swallowed by his mouth. 
When he pulled away, I was breathless. His hand glided up and down my body, over my stomach and breasts and then back down to my thighs, exploring every inch of my skin. "God, you're so soft," he murmured, lips finding that spot on my neck that made me squirm. I could feel his smirk against my skin and it widened when he pressed the tip of his erection into me. 
"I don't care how far we get, you can always change your mind," he said against my skin.
I wriggled, the needy ache in my stomach growing rapidly. I'd just orgasmed and yet, another was brewing. "Do you understand?" he asked. The seriousness in his voice broke through whatever haze seemed to have clouded my mind. His lips left my neck and I nodded rapidly, needing his touch back immediately. "Answer with words baby."