Isla nodded shakily as she held onto his shoulders for dear life. "It... it burns," she admitted in a small voice.
"I know," Elion soothed, kissing away a stray tear that had just begun to trickle from her left eye. "The pain will go away in a moment; just tell me when it feels better, and I will start to move."
After waiting for a bit, Isla opened her eyes and found Elion looking at her lovingly.
"I-I feel much better now..." Even though she said that, Elion nodded, but he still waited, counting her breaths, until he felt the rigid tension begin to seep from her thighs and belly.
Only then did he move, withdrawing an inch before sliding back in a little deeper this time.
"Ahhh...." A soft, pained moan escaped her lips, but this one held less pain and more bewildered sensation.
"That's it," he encouraged, beginning to thrust in and out in a slow, shallow rhythm without going too fast or any deeper, even though he was more than tempted to.
