Her cry raises goosebumps up and down his arms. The quiver of her thighs as she takes him in drives every coherent thought out of his brain.

He runs his lips and teeth along her upturned jaw.

"Relax," he rasps into her ear.

Each time she exhales, her inner muscles loosen a fraction, and that's when he pushes deeper into her, bit by bit. The friction is still almost deliriously unbearable; he has to steel himself against coming too soon. Eventually he does slip all the way inside her, and he pauses for a moment, the both of them breathlessly clutching at each other.