As Vince picked up the pace, Astoria's moans grew louder, mixed with winces and cries of the pain of her first time.
Hearing his outwardly groan and curse as he did so, it only made Astoria feel better, knowing that he was feeling the way that he was because of her, because of something that she was doing.
Astoria slowly began to move her hips upward to meet his thrusts, her lower body grinding up against him as she did so. Not the smartest idea, pain-wise for her but it still felt good.
Astoria's sounds of pleasure were growing louder and louder to the point where she was crying out in pleasure. "Don't stop, Vince," she gasped out, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Just please don't stop, I'm going to..." And for the first time in Astoria's life, she experienced an orgasm that hit her head-on like a train.
Her mind clouded over in absolute fog, her hips jerked from beneath him, bucking upward to drive him as deeply into her as he could go. "Oh Vince," she cried out loudly into the night.
Vince had enough to give her a few more thrusts before he climaxed after her, Astoria feeling him exploding inside of her, his warmth filling her. Thank Merlin for protective charms or they'd both be in trouble right about now.
Astoria laid beneath him completely breathless, panting, her small frame covered in sweat, exhaustion etched upon her features. She was still hurting, and that likely wasn't going to fade quickly. She was going to be sore for a few days, but looking up at Vince, Astoria felt that it had been worth it.
Now, what did she do? Now, what did they say? Astoria had basically just become a woman in her own right. She had shared something sacred with Vincent Crabbe this evening that she knew she was not ever likely to forget.
Stretching her arms around him, Astoria hugged onto him. She leaned upward and planted a soft kiss against his lips.