He's rough, biting at my shoulder, intense, thrusting further inside, deeper wider. And all I can do it groan, and let him go, let him reach his limits. My own body has limits, though no one's ever pressed them before. But I think he may be capable of it, and on a first try no less.

Powerful, swelling filling. I lean against the table for support, my nails scraping at it's lacquered surface. I gasp, I groan, I mumble his name like a muted prayer. My whole body is alight with trembling vibrations, sweat beading on my brow and down my spine. Already, I'm not even close to climax yet.

"What," I gasp when I feel my body finally reach its limits, the first twinges of pain. Nothing too horrible, just twinges, being stretched to my limit, a sting, not much more. If he gets much bigger I may have to protest slightly though. "What are you?"