"I don't know," she admitted helplessly, there was no one to tell her if it would hurt every time or not and she wasn't about to ask even if she wanted to know. Her eyes met with his as he dipped his head to catch her gaze, his bright smile lasting only a moment before he started to fret. "I'm just... sore." The pleasant ache was now a dull soreness, she could tell that they'd have a bit of a clean up to do before she snuck back into her room that night. (As much as she wanted so very much to fall asleep in his arms, she knew that was the best way for them to get caught.) "You don't have to but..." She shrugged a little, now that her pleasure had ebbed away, she was feeling the after effects of a rigorous (but amazing) first time. "I like you being over me like this, though."