He pulled away from her and used one hand to spread her ready opening, his other hand on his cock to guide it home. It was important to him that he not cause her pain. He knew virgins were flighty and sensitive, and he didn't want to make her tense up, as that would make it more likely he'd hurt her.
When the head of his cock was sheathed in her wet heat, he let a slow breath out between his teeth.
Freya felt him entering her slowly, inch by inch, just like in the dream last night. Somewhere in the back of her mind, where logic lingered, she knew he was doing this so as not to hurt her. But her body had other ideas, and she arched her back, trying to counter-push against him to take more of him, faster. He gave her a narrow-eyed glance and ground his teeth. He grabbed her hips in both hands to keep her from setting a pace he knew she wouldn't be able to keep up with.

Finally, he was all in. Well, almost. He stopped before the bulge at the base of his manhood. She wasn't ready for that, and he wasn't going to force it.

The fox man stilled above Freya, panting. His many tails were held straight up, and he balanced on his arms to take his weight off of her. His golden eyes found her green ones, and he smiled around his panting.
"Do you feel alright? Are you in any pain?" he asked softly.

Freya shook her head, her grip on his shoulders tightening. He gave her time to get used to him. She felt his hard length inside her, stretching her, filling her in a way she'd never known before. It was different from the dream, even if it was playing out so similarly. It was one thing to dream about it, but the full experience was so much more, well, full.
She moved slightly below him, experimentally clenching her muscles around his cock. He made a sound that started as a moan and ended as a growl. She felt the muscles of his arms and back tense up. Freya let out a slow, shaky breath as her movement sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Emboldened and beginning to feel a sense of desperation, she moved her hips, pushing against him.

The fox man took her signal for what it was and began to move, sliding nearly all the way out and then thrusting back in with a twist of his hips. He lifted Freya's buttocks in his hands, pulling her upwards while he kneeled over her, giving himself much-needed leverage to control the pace with his hips.
His pace was not as slow and gentle as in their shared dream, but he did keep careful control so as not to hurt her. He gradually increased his pace, listening to the sound of her breathing and her moans to gauge how she was feeling.