He had her sitting straddled on his lap,

.............facing him in the dimly lit room. She was completely naked. He was still wearing his shirt and pants.The imbalance made her feel incredibly vulnerable.

"Look at me," he said gently, but firmly. Her eyes met his eyes, cheeks burning. He rested his hands on her hips, not guiding her yet. "Tell me what you're feeling right now," he requested.

"I feel exposed", she whispered. "You can usually see everything I hide". He smiled softly and slowly, lowered her onto him, filling her inch by inch.

Once he was buried deep inside of her, he held her still. "Good," he said. "I want you exposed. I want you vulnerable. I want you to feel how much trust you're giving me."

He guided her in slow, deep movements never breaking eye contact. Every time she tried to hide her face in his neck, he would gently bring her back so she had to face him.

"I see how scared you are to be open with me", he whispered. it's the most beautiful thing I've ever witnessed, he said.

Her orgasm built slowly under his careful control. When it finally crashed over her, she cried openly in his arms - years of guarded emotion, finally released in complete vulnerability and trust.