He stopped, looking up at her. "This is going to hurt, you know."
He knew she was a virgin. He knew every indiscretion that ever happened in the Tower while he was there, and she had never once been the subject of that gossip.
He didn't want to hurt her, even this time.
"I k-k-know," she said, and she looked slightly fearful.
"Never again, though. I promise," he told her. He tilted her chin so she couldn't look away. "Never again after this time will I hurt you. I swear it."
She nodded, her eyes wide.
He lifted her butt and positioned himself with some difficulty, before thrusting deeply into her in a swift, rough thrust. She cried out, her face a mask of surprised pain. He pulled her against him, rocking her and soothing her.
His heart ached.
"I-I'm okay," she said tremulously.
He started moving inside of her, and she moaned. It was a good moan, though, this time, not the startled cry of pain from before. He rocked his hips again, lifting her and impaling her with on his erection.
She moaned again, and he gave up all patience. He thrust in and out of her with abandon, thrilling to her cries of passion, grunting and thrusting freely, until his arms grew weary.
Then he lowered her onto her back in the grass and did it again, sliding his hand between them to explore her. When she climaxed and her head arched back while her body arched towards him, he found himself releasing as her body spasmed around his penis, milking him and drawing his cum into her as if it were a gift.