"Are you okay?" I whispered into her ear as I pulled back, watching her expression intently.
"O-Okay," she replied with a nod, her eyes still closed, her breaths coming in short gasps. "But...it hurts a little."
I kissed her neck gently, feeling her pulse racing beneath my lips. "Let's make it feel good," I murmured, moving my hand to massage her breasts, her nipples pebbling under my touch.
As she started to relax, I pushed in deeper, her wetness coating me like a warm glove. She was so tight, so perfect, it was all I could do not to come right then and there. I picked up a rhythm, each stroke sending jolts of ecstasy through her body.
Her moans grew louder as I reached down to caress her clit, her hips rocking in sync with my movements. Her face was a canvas of emotions—pain, pleasure, and a growing desire that was impossible to miss.
"It's okay," I assured her, my voice soothing. "Your body will adjust."
