Sion seemed to be doing okay - possibly just the difference between Akiha being Japanese and Sion being Egyptian - but she wanted to make sure.

"...does it hurt?"

Akiha kept the same pace, not speeding up or slowing down, but she curl her back and tilt her head down enough to put her lips upon a breast, kissing it as her hips continued to move. Her hair slid down to brush over Sion's torso in time with the each press of her hips.