"As I'll ever be."
He pushed in slowly. The stretch was immediate and intense. She gasped, fingers clutching at the sheets.
"Breathe," he reminded her. "Just breathe through it."
She tried. But it was a lot. Too much and not enough at the same time.
He paused halfway. "You okay?"
"Keep going. Just... slow."
He sank deeper. Inch by careful inch until he was fully seated inside her.
Fwop.
The wet sound of their bodies joining seemed obscenely loud in the quiet room.
"Fuck," he breathed. "You feel incredible."
She couldn't form words. Just focused on adjusting to the fullness of him.
He stayed still, letting her adjust to his size. Pressed kisses to her face, her neck, her shoulders.
"Move," she finally said. "Please move."
He did. Slow, shallow thrusts that made her breath catch.
Squelch. Squelch.
Each movement sent new sensations through her. The initial pain faded, replaced by building pleasure.
"Faster," she urged.
"You sure?"
"Yes. I can take it."
