Tom was kneeling between her thighs, the tip of his cock, inside her. "Hermione, breathe. Relax. Let me take care of you," he leaned down and held himself on his forearms. "Tell me if it hurts," he whispered, as he slowly thrust, inch by inch. "Breathe," he placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth. He buried himself to the hilt and paused. "Are you okay?"