Lena had known Ryan for months. He was the quiet guy from her evening gym class — tall, muscular, with calm eyes that always seemed to notice her. They talked sometimes after workouts, nothing serious, but the tension had been building. One Thursday night after a long session, they ended up at his apartment for “water and recovery.”
They were barely through the door when Lena felt brave from the endorphins and the way he looked at her. She set her bag down and turned to him.
“Ryan… I’ve only had quick, awkward s*x before. It never felt really good. Show me how to f**k. Like, properly.”
Ryan didn’t laugh. His eyes darkened with heat. He stepped closer, voice low and steady. “You sure? I’ll go slow at first, but once you tell me you want more, I won’t hold back.”
Lena nodded, heart pound
