Kurt's tip pressed against her entrance, and he pushed forward slowly, carefully, and the resistance was immediate. Sam was impossibly tight, her body tensing as he tried to ease inside, and even just the head of his cock struggled to breach her.
Sam whimpered, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders, nails digging in as her eyes squeezed shut. "Mmn~"
"Easy," Kurt murmured, his voice strained from the effort. "Just breathe."
He pushed again, centimeter by centimeter, his length sinking into her with agonizing slowness. The heat was overwhelming, her walls gripping him so tightly it felt like she was trying to push him out and pull him deeper at the same time.
"Ahh~" Sam's moan was soft, broken, and her entire body trembled beneath him.
Kurt groaned, his jaw clenching as he fought the urge to thrust deeper. "Wasn't expecting this," he muttered, more to himself than to her. She was tighter than anything he could remember, and every inch he gained felt like a battle.
He pushed again, his hips rolling forward, and another inch disappeared inside her. Then another. Sam's moans grew louder, her fingers clawing at his back, and when Kurt finally buried six inches into her, she gasped sharply, her back arching off the bed.
"Kurt—!"
Her walls clenched around him violently, and she came with a shuddering cry, her body convulsing as warmth flooded around his cock.
The sheets beneath them darkened with a spreading stain of red, and Kurt stilled immediately, half his length still outside her.
"How does it feel?" Kurt asked. Then cupped her face gently, wiping away the tears that had begun to streak down her flushed cheeks.
Sam bit down hard on his shoulder, muffling her response, her teeth sinking into his skin as her body continued to tremble. When she finally pulled back, her lips were swollen and wet, her breathing ragged.
"It's... so much," she whispered, her voice shaking. "But... don't stop."
Kurt kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips, slow and tender. "Alright, love. We'll take it slow."
He began to move, sliding out just an inch before pushing back in with careful, measured thrusts. Sam's moans filled the room, soft and desperate, and every time he pulled back, her walls tried to pull him deeper.
"Mmn~ Kurt... ahh~"
Kurt shifted his weight, hooking one arm under her knee and lifting her leg higher. The angle changed, and two more inches of his length disappeared into her. Sam cried out, her voice breaking, and Kurt leaned down to capture her mouth in a kiss, swallowing her moans as he thrust slow and deep.
His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, then down to her neck, kissing and sucking gently while his hips kept their slow, deliberate rhythm.
When he pulled back to look at her face, his chest tightened with an unexpected emotion from the expression on her face.
Sam's teal eyes were glassy, tears welling at the corners but not quite spilling over. Her lips were parted, trembling with every breath, and her cheeks were flushed a deep pink that spread down her neck and across her chest.
It was the look of someone overwhelmed, undone, caught between pain and pleasure and unable to tell where one ended and the other began.
"Deeper," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Kurt... please... deeper."
Her walls hugged him so tightly it was almost painful, and Kurt groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he slowly, inch by inch, sank further into her.
Sam gasped, her nails raking down his back, and when his pelvis finally pressed flush against hers, she came again with a strangled cry.
"Fuck," Kurt groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder as her body convulsed around him. She was so tight, so wet, and the way she clung to him made it nearly impossible to think straight.
He brushed her sweat-dampened hair away from her face, his fingers gentle despite the tension coiled in his body. "You okay?"
Sam's eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused, and she gave the smallest nod. "I'm... I'm good," she breathed, her voice shaky but earnest. "Keep... keep going."
Kurt kissed her again, slow and deep, and then he began to move.
His thrusts were deliberate at first, measured, each one drawing out before sliding back in with a wet, obscene sound.
Sam's moans rose in pitch, her voice breaking with every movement, and her breasts began to bounce with the rhythm.
"Ahh~! Kurt—mmn~!"
Kurt tried to lift himself slightly, to give himself better leverage, but Sam's arms tightened around his neck, pulling him back down until his chest was pressed flush against hers.
She held him there, desperately, her face buried in the crook of his neck as she came again, her body shaking violently.
When she finally loosened her grip, Kurt pulled back just enough to see her face. Her chest heaved, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps, and her expression was one of pure, dazed bliss.
Kurt felt it then. The familiar tightening in his core, the pressure building rapidly as his cock throbbed harder inside her.
Sam must have felt it too, because her eyes widened slightly, and she looked up at him with that adorable, wrecked expression.
"Are you... are you going to cum?" she asked, her voice soft and breathless.
Kurt nodded, his jaw tight. "Yeah. Soon."
Sam bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushing even darker, and then she whispered, "You can... you can do it inside."
Kurt paused, his hips stilling. "Sam—"
"Mama already put me on the pills," she said quickly, her hands sliding up to cup his face. "It's okay. I want you to."
Kurt groaned, his restraint snapping, and he thrust into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed, and he came hard, spilling deep inside her as his entire body tensed.
Sam moaned, her walls clenching around him as she felt him empty into her, and when Kurt finally stilled, they were both breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat.
Kurt looked down at her; flushed, wrecked, trusting, and something shifted in his chest.
This wasn't just physical. Somewhere between her tears and her laughter, between her fear and her trust, this had become something more.
He didn't have a word for it yet. But whatever it was, it mattered.
She lay there, trembling, and after a few minutes, her breathing started to even out.
Kurt brushed hair from her face. "You okay?"
Sam nodded slowly. "Yeah. Just... give me a minute."
But when Kurt shifted to pull out and get up, Sam's hand shot out, grabbing his wrist.
"Where are you going?" she asked quietly.
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Thought you needed a break."
Sam's cheeks flushed. "I do. But... don't go. Not yet."
Kurt settled back down, still buried in her, throbbing, and she held on to his arm tightly, staring up at his chest.
After a few more minutes, her eyes shifted to his face and she said, "okay. I'm ready."
Kurt chuckled breathlessly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face again. "You're incredible, you know that?"
Sam's face turned red, and she buried her face in his chest. "You're just saying that..."
"I'm not," Kurt said quietly. "You trusted me with this. That's... that's not something I take lightly."
Sam's face turned impossibly redder, her voice muffled. "Kurt... you're terrible."
"I know," Kurt said, grinning. "But you're not complaining, are you?"
Sam didn't answer. She just held onto him tighter, her body still trembling slightly, and Kurt pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I'm going to move now, love."