Ife

His thrusts were slow, and he didn't go all the way inside of her; then he pulled out again, doing so carefully.

Safiya felt his hardness inside her, trusting him as he moved in and out. She had yet to feel the pain she thought she would; all she felt was his hardness rubbing against her, which felt so good.

Malik's heart was beating fast, and he needed to steady himself. Before fully entering her and taking her, he knew he had to calm himself. However, the sensations were overwhelming him; she felt good, perfect.

Malik held her closely now, knowing this is where it was going to hurt because he was going to be fully inside her.

"Safiya," he caressed her face and then spoke slowly, "Could you think of any happy moment now?"

Safiya smiled and kept her hand on his shoulder. "One time Meka actually wanted to feel the sword. It was after my father died, and I was training so hard." She was smiling so hard now.