Seeing her nod, Stan moved even slower after that, easing forward with gentle rolls of his hips, whispering soft praises against her ear. "That's it… breathe for me, beautiful. You feel so fucking good… so tight and perfect."
The pain rose to a sharp peak as he finally sank fully inside her, buried to the hilt. Sophie gasped, fingers twisting harder in the sheets, a small whimper slipping out.
But Stan stayed perfectly still, kissing her neck, her jaw, her lips, waiting. Minutes passed like that, his cock throbbing inside her, letting her body adjust.
Then the pain began to fade, melting into a deep, warm fullness. Pleasure started blooming low in her belly, spreading outward in slow, delicious waves.
Her walls fluttered around him, adjusting to his size, and a soft, needy moan escaped her lips. Her expression softened, eyes half-lidded, lips parted in wonder, cheeks flushed a deep pink.
