She moaned in response "please… don't stop"
Her body kept relaxing even more as the initial discomfort had faded into bliss. It still stung a bit with each thrust, but the building heat overrode it.
Ethan kept his rhythm steady, careful, every movement measured so he wouldn't push too far too fast. Isabella's legs stayed wrapped around his waist, like she was afraid he'd pull away.
He lowered his head, kissing the side of her neck, then her jaw. One hand stayed braced beside her head, while the other slid down to cup her hip.
She arched under him, chasing the angle that made her breath hitch. "Right there… yes, like that…"
He adjusted without thinking, pressing deeper in that same slow glide. Her nails raked lightly down his shoulders and a small whimper escaped her lips.
It was half-pain and half-pleasure, but she didn't ask him to stop. Instead she tilted her hips up to meet him, clumsy at first, then finding a rhythm that matched his.
