They think they know. Most men believe that with age, everything fades—that tightness disappears, that bodies forget how to hold, to grip, to crave.
But she was about to prove them all wrong.
He moved slowly, guided by her breathing, her hands, the slight shift of her hips beneath him. When he finally pressed into her, her warmth surrounded him instantly—and he froze.
She was tight. Shockingly so.
Not forced. Not artificial. Natural.
Her body pulled him in with strength he didn’t expect—an embrace that was both physical and emotional. Her eyes met his with something unspoken: “Now you understand.”
He moved deeper, slowly, and felt her respond—every muscle adjusting, tightening, holding. It wasn’t the tightness of youth. It was the strength of a woman who knew how to welcome someone completely—and still hold him exactly where she wanted.
Most men never get to feel this. They never earn it.
But he had. And it changed everything.