Eddie's still inside me, but his thrusts have slowed to a stop. His concerned eyes search my face, and I know he can tell my mind is elsewhere - on Sam's stupid questions about my dick being too big to top. The locker room conversation replays in my head, making me cringe all over again.

"Talk to me," Eddie says softly, brushing hair off my forehead. His thumb strokes my cheek, and I lean into the touch, trying to focus on him instead of my insecurities.

"Do I seem like a bottom to you?" The words tumble out before I can stop them, and I immediately regret asking. Eddie's eyebrows shoot up, clearly surprised by the question.

He glances pointedly down at where we're connected, then back up to my face. "I feel like my opinion is pretty biased, honey."

I sigh, knowing he's right. Of course Eddie thinks I'm a good bottom - he's the one fucking me right now. But that's not really what I'm asking.

"It's just... Sam from the team said something stupid," I mutter, looking away from Eddie's intense gaze.

"About you being a bottom?" Eddie's voice hardens slightly, and I can tell he's already preparing to defend me.

"Worse," I admit, "he asked if we do it this way because my dick is too big. Like I'm only a bottom out of necessity."

Eddie stares at me for a long moment, and I can't read his expression. Then, to my surprise, he starts laughing. Not at me - with me, I realize - and I feel some of the tension leave my body.

"Are you kidding me, babe?" Eddie says, his eyes sparkling with amusement and something else - something hungry. "We do it like this because we fucking love it, not because it's the easiest option."

He starts moving again, slow, deep thrusts that make me gasp. "And you're so good at it, baby..."

His praise sends a shiver down my spine, and I feel myself responding to him physically, my body relaxing into the pleasure despite my lingering doubts.

Eddie lowers his body, pressing my knees further into my chest, and I groan at the stretch. "So flexible, so tight... You take me perfectly, Ev."

I can feel my insecurities melting away under his words, under his touch, but a part of me still needs to hear more. Needs to know he really believes what he's saying.