Small noises escaped the back of her throat in tandem with the thrust of his hips. She liked seeing his face, seeing his body, but her head tipped back at the pressure from his hand in her hair and her eyes slid shut because there was so much to feel it was almost overwhelming. Even with things moving considerably along compared to the care and hesitation at the beginning, it was still deliciously slow. There was still the feeling of newness, of stretching, she supposed, and being filled in a way that she'd never experienced, and that was... noticeable, and still not entirely pleasant, but there was so much else, and she found herself immensely grateful that overall it felt, or was starting to feel, kind of amazing.