Cheryl
“It's okay, I'm okay,” I assured him.
He nodded and gently pressed his tip gently at my entrance.
“You know once we do this we can't stop, I'm going to f**k you at least five times a day,” He said, the corner of his lips twisting into a smile.
“Five times!?” My eyes widened.
He chuckled.
He lowered his head and kissed my neck. “I was joking but it might happen everyday Cheryl, I'm always going to want to f**k you because you are my wife and you are beautiful, okay?” He said as if lecturing a twelve year old.
I nodded.
I didn't rush him, I let him take his time and work over his fears. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit on my bottom lip as he slid his tip inside of me. And then slowly he went in.
I exhaled even though I suffered from PTSD but it didn't hurt like the first time
