[Her gasp echoes his, Chrissy's hand curling around his arm just so she can hold onto him. It also serves to brace herself, of course, because the reality of having sex for the first time is different than what everyone builds it up to be. There's stretching, and there's no denying that there's some pain there too. But it can't be helped, not when she's so much smaller than he is.
As he slowly pushes in, her grip on his arm tightens as there's a pinprick of pain that's more pronounced, and her gasps become sharper and louder as her head falls back against the mattress. It's hard to know what she wants, when she's so focused on just experiencing the way he feels inside her. It's good though, the tight fit better than what his fingers offered her with as worked up as she is.
Her breath catches as she feels him bottom out within her, and her thumb works small circles against his arm to reassure him that she's fine. She's suddenly overcome with an overwhelming sense of adoration as she looks up at him. It's with a content sigh that her other hand curls against the back of his head, guiding him in for a tender kiss.
Her lips remain parted after the kiss comes to an end, and they share the same breath as his forehead touches against hers. Chrissy's convinced in that moment that she loves him, that there's no way she can feel this strongly for someone that she doesn't care for that much. But she also knows that lust is a powerful emotion, and that her arousal can be amplifying the way she feels. Still, she knows that the connection they share is strong, something powerful that sex only binds together stronger and amplifies.]
Please, Eddie... [She has no idea what she's begging for, but her voice still sounds wrecked as she pleads with him.] You can move now, okay? I want to feel you.
[Not that she already isn't feeling him, but she knows it's only going to get better now that he's given her the time to adjust.]
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As he slowly pushes in, her grip on his arm tightens as there's a pinprick of pain that's more pronounced, and her gasps become sharper and louder as her head falls back against the mattress. It's hard to know what she wants, when she's so focused on just experiencing the way he feels inside her. It's good though, the tight fit better than what his fingers offered her with as worked up as she is.
Her breath catches as she feels him bottom out within her, and her thumb works small circles against his arm to reassure him that she's fine. She's suddenly overcome with an overwhelming sense of adoration as she looks up at him. It's with a content sigh that her other hand curls against the back of his head, guiding him in for a tender kiss.
Her lips remain parted after the kiss comes to an end, and they share the same breath as his forehead touches against hers. Chrissy's convinced in that moment that she loves him, that there's no way she can feel this strongly for someone that she doesn't care for that much. But she also knows that lust is a powerful emotion, and that her arousal can be amplifying the way she feels. Still, she knows that the connection they share is strong, something powerful that sex only binds together stronger and amplifies.]
Please, Eddie... [She has no idea what she's begging for, but her voice still sounds wrecked as she pleads with him.] You can move now, okay? I want to feel you.
[Not that she already isn't feeling him, but she knows it's only going to get better now that he's given her the time to adjust.]