But as she moved, his hands grabbed hers and she was suddenly back against the ground again. She could feel the way her insides widened around him until he was so deep inside of her that she couldn't breathe. Her fingers tightened into his hands, nails digging into his skin. Her back arched and her eyes tightened, legs curling at his waist. She would have never imagined how much of him she could take until she felt his hips bump against hers. The hurt radiated inside out as he started to move again. Just when she could gasp in a breath as he pulled out, he was inside again. The aching didn't have a chance to subside but instead, something else happened. He moved and the urgent pushing caused something to rise inside of her that replaced that hurting.
A light sheen of sweat covered her body, making herself slick as he moved above her. She tightened the legs she had at his waist. Every thrust brought first a tingle that danced across her skin. It slowly started to grow, spreading through her blood and pumping hurriedly around her body. The pain turned to pleasure and every pump brought her closer and closer. Now that it didn't hurt any more, she clawed at his hands for another reason. Her body felt like it was going to explode. "Oh God, yes," she cried, eyes staring up at him now. Her body jerked forward under his with the force of his movements. The sound of their bodies smacking together filled the clearing where they laid together. She could feel her body tightening around him, not wanting to let go when he moved out and having to adjust when he moved in.
But the rush that it brought changed everything. Nothing had ever felt as amazing as this did. Watching him, she felt completely fulfilled. The way he took her, she was his. She knew that. She always would be.