Her hips twitch forward, desperate for him to get a move on already. Her fingers curl into his shoulder, nails digging in as he begins to press inside.

She's tight, of course, and that alone might be clue enough that she's never done this before. It hurts, yes, and she holds her breath at first as she tries to adjust. The kiss is a nice distraction and she hardly has time to think much as he pushes in, her breath stuttering a little.

"I-it hurts, a little..." Her voice is slightly strained but there's an almost delirious little laugh as she kisses him again. "But it's--Fine. It's okay. D-don't stop." It's okay that it hurts, because she can't say she minds that it does. She's more worried that he might stop, and she's fairly sure she'll absolutely die if he does.