"Shh, it's okay," Junior cooed, his voice thick with restraint. He paused, letting her adjust to his size, his thumbs stroking soothing circles into her hips. "You're doing so good, baby. Just breathe. Breathe for me."
Emma sucked in a shaky breath, forcing herself to relax as best she could. The pain began to ebb, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache that wasn't entirely unpleasant. She could feel him stretching her, filling her in ways she'd never imagined possible, and despite the initial discomfort, there was something undeniably thrilling about it.
"Okay," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm okay."
Junior kissed her again, his lips soft and reassuring against hers. "Good girl," he murmured, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. "You ready for more?"
