"It hurts," I admitted.

"I know. Give it a minute. Your body needs to adjust."

He held still. Perfectly still. Despite what I could see in his face—the strain, the tension, the desperate need to move.

He was holding back for me.

His thumb found my clit. Rubbed gentle circles.

"Focus on this," he said. "Focus on how good this feels."

It did feel good. The pleasure cutting through the pain. Making it bearable. Almost good.

"Okay," I said after a moment. "Okay, you can move."

"You sure?"

"Yes. Please. I need—I need you to move."

He pulled back slowly. Just an inch. Then pushed back in.

I gasped. The...