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Re: Mark & Chelle -- Saturday December 30th, early afternoon -- SMUTTY
"Oh, my.. guh..." Forming words was really just too difficult at the moment. How was it possible for anything to feel so good? Chelle's hips rolled against his hand, encouraging him as his fingers thrust into her and she let out a little whine of protest when he pulled away.

When it became obvious that he was pulling away to dispose of their clothing, though, she rushed to help him. She reached up and pulled at his t-shirt and once that was out of the way, she worked diligently to relieve him of his shorts. In actuality, it probably didn't take that long, but she could swear that it felt like an eternity before he was positioned over her.

Chelle gasped into the kiss when he finally entered her. Fuck. That hurt. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus on the kiss, tried to force herself to relax. His fingers had felt unbelievable and she was hopeful that this sudden pain would only last a moment. Forcing herself not to cry out, she pulled a little more roughly at his lips as she waited for it to feel good again.

As horrible as it sounded, Mark wasn't paying his companion a lot of attention. In his defense, though, she was unbelievably tight, and it was taking all of his self-control not to immediately cum.

"Fuck," he cursed. "So fucking tight."

He thrust into her a couple of times before he realized that she wasn't moaning as loudly as she had been when his fingers had been moving inside of her, and he pulled back.

Judging from the way her brow was furrowed, she was in a fair amount of pain. It took him a second to process what that meant, but once he had, he paused.

"You alright?" he breathed.

Mark was an asshole, but he wasn't completely uncaring.

Up until that moment, Chelle thought she'd been doing a fair job of hiding how much discomfort she was in. She had managed to keep from crying out, after all, and she didn't really expect Mark to notice her expression. When he did pull back and question her, she was mildly surprised. Showing concern didn't really fit with his reputation.

"Yeah.. Yeah," she assured him. Now that he had paused the pain had lessened. "I've just never... Just go slow?" She wasn't sure if that would help or make it worse - it wasn't like she was the expert in virginity loss - but it seemed like a good idea. Besides, she didn't imagine it could actually get worse.

Mark nodded when she requested that he go slow. He was an ass, but he wasn't as uncaring as most people made him out to be. Besides, it was difficult for him to enjoy himself when it was obvious that she was in pain. If he could lessen that pain by moving a little slower, he was more than willing to do just that. After all, he liked hearing her moan his name.

"Just relax," he breathed. "It'll get better."

He brought his lips to hears and urged her into a deep kiss. As promised, his movements were slow and measured when he began to move inside of her. It was torture, but he hoped his patience would pay off in the end.

Chelle nodded, hoping that he was being truthful. He had no reason to lie, she reasoned, so she told herself once more to relax, which was much easier now.

She followed him easily into the deep kiss, though a part of her was focused on smoothing the lines from her face and relaxing as much as possible. His movements were much slower, but she could still feel that discomfort until finally it started to fade.

Moments later, she gave her hips an experimental roll and was pleased to find it didn't hurt much at all. In fact, it actually felt kind of good. Better than good, actually and she let out a soft moan as she rolled them toward him again with more purpose.

Mark kept his lips moving against hers as he slowly thrust into her. The pace was torturous, but he forced himself to stick with it. Surely, it wouldn't take too much longer for her discomfort to pass... right?

Moments later, she was rolling her hips up to his and moaning softly. That was more like it. He liked hearing her moan.

Pulling back, he smirked at the girl underneath him. "Feel good?" he questioned as he began to move his hips a little faster. It was a rhetorical question. He wouldn't hate it if she answered, though.