"I didn't say it didn't hurt," I corrected. "I said I didn't care that it hurt. Are you upset that I hurt you? And don't you even think of claiming I didn't; I could feel how tight you are, so I know better."
"But... that's different!" she denied, vigorously shaking her head. "I knew it was going to have to hurt a little, especially when I saw how big you are."
"Not to me, it isn't," I kissed her hair. "The cost of doing business, and a bargain at twice the price! I mean it, kitten—you can bite me like that any time! Any marks you leave me, I will treasure as reminders until the next time we can be together. Assuming there is going to be a next time, that is, and that the whole birthday-present thing was just a convenient excuse?"
"There had better be a next time!" she mock threatened, holding up a tiny little fist at my side and waving it in the air, but she couldn't hold back a lovely, lilting giggle as she was doing it.