He wrapped his arms around her. He was hesitant still; he didn’t know if she knew what she was doing. But, well, hormones took over. He pulled her close against him and gripped her ass. He broke from the kiss just long enough to speak. “I won’t let you down, Summer.” He bucked up against her, growling quietly as he leaned up to bite at her neck, testing how hard she’d like it.
It was a halfhearted ‘ow,’ at best, distracted as she was by the way their bodies pressed together. “Robert,” she muttered, softly. One hand traced at his chest, a little shyly seeking his nipples. Hazily, she told him, “Don’t like pain.”
“Sorry love.” He kissed the spot lightly, trying to soothe it. “Won’t happen again.” His kisses travelled up her neck, his face stayed buried there as his hips rolled against her, moaning and jerking a bit as he felt his tip almost slide inside of her. “Fuck…baby you ready for this?” he whispered in her ear, reaching between them to guide his length, rubbing along her slit.
Summer closed her eyes, trying to hide the touch of fear from him. “Don’t tease,” she said sturdily, instead, one hand stroking at his hair and the other tracing the muscles in his back. She wasn’t going to satisfy him (how could she, with so little experience compared to his?), but maybe he’d still want to keep her around anyway. She squirmed, body actually aching for him. “Please, Rob.”
He kissed her, much more gentle than he really wanted to be. He was normally quite wild, but it was new for her, and she didn’t like it rough from what he could tell. “Just relax Summer, if it does hurt, it’ll only last a bit.” He kissed her again, more passionately, as he worked himself into her. He moaned against her lips. God she was so tight, he worried he just wouldn’t fit. She didn’t seem to be in any more pain than the stretching would cause though, so he pushed up and began to palm one of her breasts to distract her and keep her relaxed. “How’s that…?”
“Don’t stop, /please/ don’t stop,” Summer pleaded. Instinctively she hooked a knee over his hip, opening herself wider. The farther he pressed, the more she begged, until the words turned incoherent and the only thing that came clear was his name, over and over.