Padma held onto him tightly as he shuddered through his orgasm, moaning a little as he bit down on her shoulder. When he loosened the death grip he had on her ribs, she missed the sensation of being held so tightly, safe and protected, but pulled back to smile at him when he had finally recovered a bit.
His hair was wet with sweat and she smoothed it back. "No, you didn't hurt me."
She still hadn't come, but she didn't mind. If this was his first time with a girl, he probably didn't know what to do. She'd show him... later. But for now, she just captured his lips in a kiss, wrapping her arms around him and savoring the slow throb of her arousal against his softened cock still inside her.