She's positioned right there beneath you, small frame spread open, the gap between her thighs framing exactly what's waiting. Your hands press into the mattress on either side of her hips, arms locked, holding you at the edge of that first push.

The angle is yours entirely — her petite body angled up just enough, soft skin catching the light, the curve of her lower back lifting toward you like an answer to a question you haven't finished asking yet.

One slow exhale and you close that last inch of distance. Everything tight, everything warm, her fingers already curling into the sheets before you've even begun.