This moment was too important to her. That smile of his painted across his masculine feature, that gaze making her melt, all she could think of was him. The tip of that bulbous member parting honey laced folds, drizzling that wet nectar across the curvature of its form pressing inward to that tight entrance. Slowly pushing inside of her, swollen rim plowing through tensed muscles as the textured walls formed to the outline of his shaft, guiding in each inch with his entry. And with that, when he thought he would have to be careful, she whispered softly to him “Don't hold back....”