Hannah's POV
He pulled back slightly, then pushed in again, a little deeper this time. I could feel every inch of him filling me, stretching me. It hurt, but there was pleasure, too, a deep, intense pleasure that was building with each thrust.
"f**k, you're tight," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. "You feel f*****g amazing."
I smiled up at him, the pain slowly ebbing away, replaced by pleasure. "You don't feel so bad yourself," I breathed.
"Just 'not so bad'? I must be doing something wrong." He pulled back, then thrust in again, deeper this time, making me gasp.
"f**k," I breathed, my hands gripping the sheets. "That's...that's good."
He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "Just good?" he murmured huskily. "I can do better than good, Hannah."
He started to move, h
