Marvel exhaled deeply while going in slowly. He would tug my prostate gland and I would flinch every time. His front bumped with my back and it was when I knew he was entirely inside.
"I can feel the raw texture of your wall down there… How are you feeling?"
The moan was stifled at first as an attempt to suppress my cry. The words hardly managed to break out as the sobs I kept in choked my voice back.
"I'm… a-alright…" I stammered miserably while trembling.
"You're so tight since I'm not loosening you, but with plenty of lubricants, this place will become soft as I move slowly, so don't be scared."
I just nodded.
Marvel didn't move yet to get me accustomed to the penetration until my wall stretched naturally by itself. When he deeply huffed while holding my waist, I noticed the desperation to yank and thrust, but the willpower was taking him not to rush it as it would hurt me. And yet, more than he thought, I was as impatient as he was.
