Chapter 154: You Hurt Me**
Fredrinn pressed his cock against her tender, sensitive cunt, rubbing the tip slowly over her clit as he looked into her eyes.
The contact was light at first—just the warm, blunt head sliding through the slickness she had left behind earlier. Each pass over the swollen bud made her hips twitch.
She was blushing like a red tomato, clearly looking forward to the experience but also feeling quite scared of it. Her cheeks burned.
Her breathing stayed shallow. Every small movement of his tip against her made the nerves between her legs spark and then tighten with nerves all over again.
His hand roamed over her body, cupping one full breast and kneading it gently while the other stayed on her cheek, holding her face with a quiet, possessive firmness.
His thumb still rested against her lower lip, occasionally pressing past it into the heat of her mouth.
Andrea was glad to finally have an outlet for the restless desire still coiling inside her.
Her hands felt almost useless at the moment, as if her brain refused to give any clear orders to her arms or legs. For now, at least, she simply let him take the lead.
She focused on the weight of his body above her, the heat of his skin, and the slow drag of his cock against her most sensitive place.
Feeling overwhelmed, she bit down onto his nail tightly and began assaulting the pad of his thumb with a serious tongue-lashing inside her mouth.
She licked and sucked with more force than necessary, trying to ground herself in the simple, familiar act.
"Hahaha."
Fredrinn chuckled, feeling the ticklish pressure of her tongue and teeth.
The sound was soft and warm. He slowly spread her pussy with his fingers, opening the slick folds so that nothing would catch when he finally pushed forward.
Then, without any further delay, he began to press his tip inside the opening.
"Hnngh~"
Andrea paused her thumb-licking at once. Her hands shot outward and grabbed the forearm that still rested against her cheek.
She held on tightly for support as he kept pushing his length into the tight hole. The stretch burned in a way she had never felt before. Every small advance made her walls clench around him instinctively.
Before even a quarter of him could go inside, he felt a firm wall forbidding any further entry.
Andrea shuddered the moment his tip pressed against her hymen. The resistance was clear and sudden.
Pain flared sharp and bright from her core, mixing with the earlier pleasure until she could barely tell the two apart.
She sucked his thumb even more enthusiastically, eager to take her mind off the radiating ache. Her breath quickened again—this time erratic and irregular, the breathing of someone who was deeply scared yet still did not want him to stop.
She was nervous. After all, it was her first time. Her body knew it even if her desire tried to push past the fear.
Fredrinn noticed. His eyes softened as he gazed down at Andrea. She was the first woman who had shown real interest in him after he returned to Earth.
That simple fact settled somewhere warm in his chest. He slowed his movements and kept his weight carefully balanced above her.
"It will hurt a little, okay? It will get better, I promise."
He whispered the words with a slight smile. There was no teasing in them—only quiet honesty.
Andrea blinked. Her teary eyes focused on his. She nodded slowly.
Her heart felt warm at the simple care she heard in his voice.
Sure, he didn’t say anything crazy, cheesy, or especially unique. But sometimes it wasn’t about being unique or overacting.
Sometimes it was just about being genuine. And she could tell that he was being genuine with her.
Fredrinn returned her a small smile before sighing softly. His tip continued to exert steady pressure against her hymen.
Andrea tightened her grip on his forearms, holding them the way a little koala holds a tree, trying her hardest to toughen through the growing pain.
Her thighs trembled on either side of his hips. Her stomach fluttered with every small adjustment he made.
After sensing that going too slowly would only make the pain drag on longer, Fredrinn carefully pulled his cock out just a little.
He took a small breath and leaned lower over her. He removed his thumb from her mouth.
Before she could react or ask what he was doing, he pressed his lips over hers.
His tongue slid into her mouth in a deep, steady kiss.
At the same time his hand caught her chin and held it firmly, because he knew the chances of her biting down after what he was about to do were very high. He would rather not risk his tongue like that.
He made sure she was thoroughly focused on the kiss—on the taste of him, on the movement of his tongue, on the solid weight of his body—before he rolled his hips and thrust through the hymen in one hard, decisive motion.
The barrier broke under the force and Andrea instantly recoiled.
Her nails dug hard into his skin, though they didn’t manage to leave any real mark; he was far stronger than her.
As he had predicted, her jaw tried to close on its own. He held it gently but firmly in place while his free hand stroked slowly up and down her bare back, trying to pacify the sharp pain.
Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes and began to slip free.
"MMMM~!!!"
All she could do was moan against his mouth. Her back arched high off the mattress.
Her inner walls clenched tight around the sudden intrusion, fluttering and squeezing as her body struggled to accept him.
The pain was bright and overwhelming for several long seconds, stealing her breath and flooding her eyes.
Fredrinn stayed completely still once he was fully seated inside her.
He kept kissing her through it, soft and patient, while his hand continued its slow path along her spine. He waited for the worst of the tension to ease from her shoulders and thighs.
Only when her breathing started to even out a little did he dare to shift his weight, still buried deep, and press another quieter kiss to the corner of her mouth.
She heaved to catch her breath...
"You hurt me."
She said with a cute pout, looking at him with a gaze that made it clear that she wasn’t genuinely mad or displeased.