As she settled above him, their thighs finally pressed flushed with one another, she realized that the pain was not as intense as before. And when he kissed her, speaking soothing words to her... she felt her whole body start to relax. It was a good distraction, his lips against hers, his hand moving over her face and hair. Each of his kisses were returned with a desperate one of her own and as she continued to get lost in his lips, she felt the pain lessen, settling into a throbbing sensation, her body adjusting to having him inside of her.

His words urged her to open her eyes to look at him as he wiped away her tears. "I love you," she choked out softly, her forehead pressing to his for a moment as she let out a breath and her body truly relaxed. "It's getting better," she murmured softly, truthfully. Her eyes slipped shut as she took in another breath a moment later and tried something she knew she might regret but she wanted so badly for this to work, for him to feel good. So with a soft sound, she flexed her hips and moved, just a rock of her hips. And instead of a sharp pain as she expected, it was more of a pulse of sensation, not quite pleasure, not quite pain, so she moved again, another sound falling from her lips, a gasp. This time it was better, less like pain, more like... well, pleasure. She let out a small laugh, a triumphant sound, her eyes opening to look at his face. "We can do this, we can do this."