It was almost too much, taking him in like that. Even though she moved slowly, her body tensed to keep gravity from just drawing her down like a sheath falling over a sword, she groaned her way through it, inch by painstaking inch. What he'd finished just moments ago had helped to open her up some, made her beyond wet enough to avoid any unpleasant friction. But feeling him fully inside her, she whined softly as she gave herself a moment to adjust.

His fingertip pushed into her, and her eyes opened a little wider at the sensation. She didn't flinch or try to pull away; the digit was plenty slick and she'd tried to focus on not tightening up on him there. Now she'd have to also focus on not moving too fast so she didn't dislodge his touch there. Slowly, she began to lift her hips and drop them again, working in small, short movements.