She's doing all right until he arches up, pushing deeper than before. It's easier this way; there's more room to move and adjust, more control over the pace, over how deep he goes. But his hands are on her hips and she's groaning, nails leaving little half-moon shapes in his shoulders as she adjusts to him.
"I'll be fine," she murmurs, dragging her mouth over his chest.
Her lips circle one of his nipples, sucking and then biting gently, giving her something to focus on until she's ready to start moving. The first roll of her hips is a combination of glorious relief and tender torture, and she's slow to sink back down on him.
She pushes herself back, finding the right angle, humming low in her throat, and she rocks. Slow and shallow, hands light on his abdomen as her legs do all the work. She'll continue like this for a minute, until it's easier to take more of him in.
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"I'll be fine," she murmurs, dragging her mouth over his chest.
Her lips circle one of his nipples, sucking and then biting gently, giving her something to focus on until she's ready to start moving. The first roll of her hips is a combination of glorious relief and tender torture, and she's slow to sink back down on him.
She pushes herself back, finding the right angle, humming low in her throat, and she rocks. Slow and shallow, hands light on his abdomen as her legs do all the work. She'll continue like this for a minute, until it's easier to take more of him in.