Her mouth was warm and wet and impossibly soft.

Sean lay on his back on her bed, the sheets cool beneath him, his trousers somewhere on the floor with everything else. Makima was positioned beside him, her hair brushing his stomach as she moved, her lips tracing a path down his chest.

She took her time. That was the thing that undid him. Not the specific motions or the technique but the way she lingered, the way she paid attention, the way she acted like every inch of his body was something worth noticing.

Her tongue traced the line of muscle down his abdomen. Her hand rested on his hip, thumb moving in slow circles. She kissed the place where his hip bone rose beneath the skin and he felt her smile against him, small and private, like she was enjoying this as much as she hoped he was.

"I’ve thought about this," she murmured, her breath warm on his skin. "Tuesday night. After you left. I lay in this bed and thought about what it would feel like to have you here."

Her fingers curled around him. Light at first. Just the suggestion of grip.

Sean’s breath caught.

She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, her lips hovering just above the head of his cock. The expression on her face was something between a question and a declaration.

"Let me," she said.

It wasn’t really a request.

Her mouth descended.

The first contact was the tip of her tongue, tracing the ridge where the head met the shaft, and Sean’s hand found the back of her head without meaning to, fingers threading into her hair. She made an approving sound and took him deeper, her lips sliding down around him, her tongue pressing flat against the underside.

She didn’t rush. She didn’t perform. She simply did, with the same methodical attention she might apply to any task worth doing properly. Her head moved in a slow rhythm, her hand working what her mouth didn’t cover, and the combination of the two sensations made coherent thought difficult in a way Sean hadn’t experienced before.

The wet sounds of her mouth filled the quiet room. The soft huff of her breath through her nose. The way she occasionally pulled back to lick along the length of him, slow stripes from base to tip, before taking him in again.

"You taste good," she said, pulling back just long enough to speak before swallowing him again, deeper this time, and Sean felt the back of her throat and exhaled harder than he meant to.

She pulled off with a soft pop and looked up at him. Her lips were swollen and wet. Her eyes bright in the dim light.

"I want to try something," she said.

Sean propped himself up on his elbows. "What?"

She sat up, shifting on the bed, and the movement made her breasts sway slightly. She didn’t seem self-conscious about her body at all. She moved like someone who had made peace with herself a long time ago and was simply grateful to be here now.

"I’ve been... preparing," she said. The word came out carefully, like she’d thought about how to say it. "I’ve never done this before. With anyone. But I wanted to. With you."

Sean waited.

She took a breath. "I want you to take my anal virginity . The way no one else has."

Understanding moved through him slowly. She was offering him something. Not just her body, which was gift enough, but a specific part of it she had kept for herself, kept clean, kept waiting for someone worth the trust it required.

"Makima," he said.

"I’ve been making sure," she said, and now there was something vulnerable in her voice, something that rarely showed itself. "Every day. Just in case. I didn’t know when. I didn’t know if. But I wanted to be ready."

He sat up fully and reached for her. His hand found her cheek, his thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. She leaned into the touch and her eyes closed briefly.

"Are you sure," he said.

"I’m sure." She opened her eyes. "I’ve never been more sure of anything."

She turned her head and kissed his palm, then pulled away and moved on the bed, positioning herself on her hands and knees. The curve of her back was a long elegant line. Her hips wide and round. The view of her from behind was obscene in the best possible way, her sex glistening from arousal, her thighs parted slightly.

"There’s lubricant in the drawer," she said, her voice slightly muffled by the position. "We’ll need it."

Sean found the bottle. The liquid was cool in his palm, warming quickly as he slicked himself with it. He positioned himself behind her, one hand on her hip, the other guiding himself.

"Slowly," she said. "At first."

"I know."

Sean slowly pressed his dick inside her asshole. The resistance was immediate, tight in a way that was different from anything he’d felt before. She gasped, her back arching, her hands fisting in the sheets.

"Okay," she breathed. "Keep going. Just slow."

He pushed forward by increments, pausing each time she made a sound, waiting for her body to accept him. She was so tight it was almost overwhelming, the pressure of her around him completely unlike anything he’d experienced. His jaw clenched. His grip on her hip tightened.

Halfway in she made a sound that was more moan than gasp. "Oh," she said, the word drawn out and surprised. "Oh, that’s..."

She pushed back against him, taking more of his dick inside her.

"Deeper," she said. "Please."

He gave her what she asked for.

The full length of him slid into her and she cried out, a sharp bright sound that she muffled immediately in the pillow, and Sean held still, letting her adjust, feeling the small involuntary clenches of her body around him.

"Don’t move," she whispered. "Just... give me a second."

He didn’t move.

Her breathing steadied. The tension in her shoulders eased. And then she pushed back against him again, experimentally, and the sound she made this time was pure pleasure.