When Cameron eased the tip of himself between her lips, Gwendolyn gasped lowly beneath her breath. At first, it felt nice to be stretched— even better than how it felt when he teased her with his fingers. But as he pressed further, she became more aware of a deepening pressure, coupled with pinpricks of pain. She whimpered quietly, her brow drawn down as she breathed through it, her hands braced on his shoulders, eyes intent on his face to look for some sort of reassurance. Unsurprisingly, she found it— she watched in awe as waves of pleasure lit up his face, and yet, he remained gentle with her, tender, even in the face of taking his own pleasure. It was that quality of his that made her love him so fiercely— how he could always temper his strength, how he chose to be gentle.<br/><br/>Her eyes closed when their foreheads pressed together. She breathed slowly through the pain— it mixed oddly with the pleasure that beamed through with every circle of her wet clitoris. The young queen swallowed dryly, her hips adjusting for his wide girth. When she thought herself ready, she opened her eyes and looked down between them, aroused at just the mere sight of their union, his cock buried in her, and his hand between her legs.<br/><br/>Her eyes sought his and she smiled. “I’m ready,” she breathed, the pain already beginning to ebb.