Emerson studied Piper's face when she broke the kiss, his breath coming hard as his head swam with a thousand thoughts and images and needs and wants all at once. He ran a single finger down the trail the single tear would've made. It made him hesitate for a moment, questioning if this really was something she wanted in the same way that he did. She was perfect and gorgeous and so ready for him, but he needed to be sure.
When she moved, he nearly lost himself as his tip slipped inside of her. He shuddered for the briefest of moments, assuming that he'd gotten his answer with that. The moan that came as a result was low and borderline desperate as he slowly and deliberately pressed the rest of his length inside of her. Gentle at first, he had to remind himself. It wasn't that she was some innocent virgin who needed to be handled with gloves. Nor was he a young school boy who'd never been with a woman. He had to watch her, however, as he entered her fully. He had to look into her eyes and make sure there wasn't doubt about it.