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.
He wondered at her reaction; if she were that sensitive, wouldn’t he hurt her? But…she was begging for it…He would just pay attention. He pumped into her slow and hard, his face buried in his neck as he panted against her. “God Summer…you feel so….nnnh so tight…” He shuddered against her as he felt her pulsing around him. This wasn’t going to last nearly as long as he wanted, at this rate.
Just enough of her mind remained to respond, “It’s been that long,” and then he rocked back into her, and that wiped thinking away again. One hand tangled in his hair. “Rob, oh Rob … ” she moaned. She brought the other knee up, and that changed the sensation just enough that she cried out, pelvic muscles locking tight.