He felt her entire body tense and looked into her eyes, immediately stopping his movements although he twitched against her wet flesh.
"Drew," he murmured, seeing her eyes were squeezed shut tightly. "Don't do that. Open your eyes and look at me."
She did, and met his gaze. "It's me," he whispered and leaned down to kiss her; her lips accepted the kiss but didn't move with his. "You're with me. Just kiss me." He moved his lips insistently over hers until she began to return his kisses and the passion built up between them again.
"You okay?" he asked between kisses.
"Yeah," she whispered back. "Please, Heath. Now." Her whisper was laced with need, with want, so he took hold of himself again and found the sweetest point of entry and lined himself up to it. He parted her lips with his tongue before sliding it down deep into her mouth, to find the prize of her tongue and twist and pull at it slowly with his. At the same time, he coated his tip in her moisture and moved into her slowly.
He was generously sized with a slight curve, and she was incredibly tight; all of those things required as gentle and slow an entry as possible. He maneuvered his first couple inches of length into her and felt her entire body begin to tense up again.
"Heath," she breathed, doubt flowing out of her now.
"Relax," he whispered into her neck, and after taking a deep breath, she did, and he pushed forward a few more inches. Her wetness gushed deliciously around him and he felt her ultra-tight walls stretch to let him in and then immediately close around him, fitting him like a glove. He looked into her heavily lidded eyes and pushed his last few inches the rest of the way into her and she gasped. He scanned her face with his eyes to make sure she wasn't in any pain; her eyes flew open wide and then slowly fluttered shut as her teeth sank into her bottom lip. He nuzzled the pulse in her neck.
"Talk to me," he murmured. "You okay?"
"Just—hold on a second," she whispered back. It was quite possibly the most difficult request she'd ever made, as every inch of his skin was burning with the desire, the need, to begin thrusting his hips into her, but he took a deep, silent breath through his nose and waited for her to acclimate herself to the feeling of him inside her. He looked into her face again and saw her eyes were shut tightly. He was about to ask her if she wanted him to stop altogether when suddenly, he felt one of her legs entangle around the back of his thigh and her other leg slide up against his waist, and then he felt a small but powerful forward thrust of her hips below him, and he bit back a grunt of pleasure at the feeling of her wet, tight walls sliding over him. It was unmistakably permission to go ahead.
He slid one hand into her hair, the other arm bearing his weight as he leaned over her, and he took her mouth with his again as he started to move, slowly rolling his hips into hers. He didn't push deeply into her and didn't withdraw completely, waiting for her to let him know what she wanted and what she liked. She gasped softly into his mouth and he used all of his self-control and willpower to pace himself. He could have released, and happily, the moment he entered her fully, her walls felt that amazing around him, but this occurrence as everything had been was about her. It was extremely important to him that her first time being fully intimate with him was nothing short of phenomenal for her; it was not lost on him that not only was this her first time having sex since her attack…he was the first man she'd been with since. He wanted and needed to show her, remind her, what sex with someone she trusted and cared about, and who trusted and cared about her, could feel like.
Her mouth had fallen away from his slightly as she became consumed with the feeling of him moving inside her. He was still carefully controlling the movements of his hips, trying to think of other things besides how gorgeous she looked below him, how satiny smooth her skin felt, how fucking tight she was, when he felt her hands move from his sides to his back and run down the length of it, stopping until she had a hand on each cheek. He felt her nails dig in, and the sensation of the tiny sparks of pain in such a sensitive area gave him a jolt and did nothing to help his cause to last as long as he could. He clenched his jaw, biting back another groan, only to give up on muffling them as immediately another one erupted from his throat when he felt the almost imperceptible pressure of the palms of her hands pressing against his ass.
Deeper.
He decided to stop double-checking her every request and just obey, so he gratefully thrust into her, hissing lightly when he felt his tip slide past his previous boundary into even warmer, wetter territory. Her palms pressed insistently against him, and she whispered something, so softly he almost didn't hear it. Almost didn't—but he did.