Squelsh...
Slowly, Aestrea began to move, pulling his hips back with excruciating slowness.
He withdrew only an inch or two, watching her face closely for any sign of distress.
Her inner walls clung to him desperately, the silky walls rippling around his shaft as if trying to pull him back in.
Shhhf... nnngh.
"H-hah..." Christina gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
It still hurt, feeling like a dull ache that throbbed in time with her heartbeat, but beneath the pain, there was a small friction that sparked against her nerves.
He pushed back in just as slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.
The pace was very gentle, meant to help her adjust to his size.
He was being incredibly patient, holding back his own desire to ravage her, focusing entirely on her comfort.
"Relax for me," he whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips.
Schlick... squish.
Every movement was a struggle, a delicious battle against her body's natural resistance.
