I made to pull away, to catch my breath, but every time I tried, I couldn’t do it. I needed to stay synced with him—swallowing his every breath, touching every part of him—and to drown inside the burning and fizzing erupting under my skin. And then he was pushing inside me. I tried to stop it, to just stomach it and hope it wouldn’t hurt too bad, but my entire body seized. He was too big, so big, and I’d never had anything thicker than half a finger inside me before.
