He slid first one finger, then another, as he felt her channel. In and out he pumped, hoping to make her stretch and be more ready for him, for he did not want to hurt her. It took him a few moments to get her ready, but he thought he had her ready to take him.
She paused and sat up.
"You're ready to, uh, go in, aren't you?"
He nodded.
She stared again at his cock.
"Okay. Go easy on me."
"If it is painful, I will not continue."
She nodded. He pulled her to the edge of the chair and shifted so that everything was lining up.
She put her hands on his arms, near his gauntlets. Her fingers bumped the metal.
"Do those come off?"
He shook his head. "They are always on."
She nodded.
He pushed into her. It was the most amazing feeling--
She cried out.
He froze.
"Oh my god," she whispered. "Hell."
"Are you hurt? Did I injure you?" He started to slide back out, worry that he'd unintentionally injured her.
She shook her head. "I need a moment. It doesn't hurt, but it fills me up in a way I've not experienced before. I need a moment to let my body adjust."
He paused.
She shifted her body a little. He could feel her insides starting to adjust.
"Okay," she said. "Slow."
He backed out slowly.
"In," she whispered.
He did as she asked.
"And out."
He continued the rhythm she'd started. It was almost as painful as the arousal he woke with, for he wanted to do more, but did not want to hurt her, either.
After a few more intense strokes, she told him to start moving faster. He did. Each one a little faster than before, until he was up to a more natural feeling speed for his movements.
They both were moaning, and her body got tense, and she came again, crying out as she did so. Her insides squeezed him, and it pushed him over the edge as well, and he had his release.
He collapsed on her, on the chair, and they both laid like that. She ran her hand over his hair and stroked the top of his head.
"I hope you approve of that," he finally said.
