The young wife pants and gasps for breath as her eyebrows knit together in focus. Her eyes closed briefly as she breathes through the pain hard. She had to admit though, this kind of pain was beginning to feel pleasurable, something that could be craved if she wasn’t careful. She whimpers tiny, broken moans into his mouth when they passionately kissed, and that’s when she could feel the muscles in her back relaxing. When she could feel the tension in her thighs transitioning from uneasy to comfortable. Emma assumed she had to put herself in a separate mind-space in order to go through with this and somehow enjoy it in the process. But it was quickly becoming clear that she was more consciously okay with this, with letting Jason take her, than she initially thought. And although that concerned her, the anxiety vanished when Jason began to praise her for being so tight; when he began to compliment her stretch.<br/><br/>His face was filling with bliss as he slowly rocked into her the best he could without hurting himself or her, and Emma notices the straining in her neck and upper torso slowly relaxing. Her body was finally getting used to this intrusion. The intruder wasn’t purposefully hurting her out of ill will, and when her nails dig a bit harder into his biceps, that was her subconscious way of wanting more. She was going to speak...Only to squeak out more strangled moans when Jason talks more about her. About what’s going on. How much he’s emotionally tied to this act. He loved being inside of Emma, and that statement alone made her insides explode with happiness and arousal.<br/><br/>“Y-Yeah?” Emma responds, as if wanting to hear more from him about this. “I.. I love this as well.. You feel so big and so good inside of me,” she compliments him back, wanting to level the playing field and not take all the glory. “Please..Please keep moving,” she requests quietly, looking up into Jason’s eyes and feeling herself beginning to get lost in the building euphoria of it all. It was only going to get better from there, and although she should feel guilty about thinking that way, she also didn’t care. Right now, Emma was focused on pleasing Emma. Not focused on worrying or upsetting Daniel. He’ll never know about this. Not in a million years.<br/><br/>“Oh god,” she gasps out whenever Jason’s length sinks up deep into her insides, and it pulses with life and lust for her body. It felt right. It felt thick and full of excitement. It felt promising. Like whatever comes of this will surely have results. She puts even more strength into her hold on his biceps, and her legs tremble as she can feel her body beginning to become restless, impatient, and wanting more. Because of that, one of her hands reaches down and sharply grips at one of his thighs close to his hip; her blue eyes flashing with a spark of animal-like sexuality as she harshly breathes through the stretch. Emma’s body could take more now, and she wanted more.