Keith took a deep breath, glad he hadn't hurt her. As their combined effort slipped him deeper and deeper inside, he began to thrust lightly. He like the feeling of her nails on his neck almost as much as he was enjoying being inside her. Soon enough their hips met, Keith was completely buried inside of her. He kept up the kisses on her neck as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. It was a gentle thrust that, while still very pleasurable to him, was designed for her pleasure. He was taking everything slow, wanting her to savor and enjoy the moment.<br/><br/>"Tell me . . . if I hurt you . . ." He whispered in between kisses as he made love to her. She was his everything, he wanted to be sure that this was better for her than it was for him, and it was incredible for him. He had his work cut out for him. His hands slide up her back, his left stopping about wear her bra hook would be and his right holding the back of her head