Her body began to grow tense and rigid as a desperate pressure welled inside her, begging for relief. The stimulation was nearly too much, and she shivered and moaned with every motion of his finger. Mina finally released her hold on the blankets, letting a hand move through his hair to encourage the lashings of his naughty tongue. She was on the brink of bliss when he pulled away from her. A little, pitiful whimper escaped her to be without him, particularly without the satisfaction that accompanied his treatment. He seemed to know that she was on the verge of tears from being worked up so thoroughly, and the promise he growled into her ear did offer some reassurance. His words sent chills down her spine and from there the anticipation continued to mount until she felt his hot tip pressing as her slick entrance. Mina took a breath, feeling the first twinges of pain as he breached her barrier, invading her virgin depths with his thick cock.<br/><br/>Her arms were wrapped around him, holding on and holding him close. Truly she expected more pain. It was all any girl ever talked about, how it was enjoyable after the initial deflowering which was accompanied with discomfort. There was certainly that, but she was pleasantly surprised that it didn’t bring her to tears. How could she when his thumb was encircling her precious little clit, making her breath hitch in her throat? Mina bared through the subtle sting, fingertips pressing into his back as he sank into her completely. A sense of pride and triumph filled her to have accommodated his imposing length. She also appreciated the level of care and consideration he exercised, even when it seemed that he was having difficulty holding himself back.<br/><br/>He began to move his hips after a moment. With each thrust the traces of discomfort she experienced lessened, giving way to a new kind of pleasure. The sweet moans returned, growing in volume as he lowered his head to claim one of the nipples on her plump, bouncing breasts. As he pinched the sensitive bud between his teeth she seemed to relish the sharp sting. It was an odd sensation to derive pleasure from, but she thoroughly enjoyed the fleeting feeling and savored the tingle it left behind. But, no feeling could quite compare to his kiss. She lifted her hands, soft palms cradling his face tenderly while he pumped in and out of her steadily.<br/><br/>Once she was comfortable, her hips began to rock and meet his with every thrust. “It feels . . . good.” She breathed, her voice slightly lower and laden with lust—and good was an understatement. Having him inside her was near addicting, a feeling that she could see herself being hooked on and crawling on her knees to beg for more.