“You OK, man?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “God, you’re big!”
“Does it feel good?”
“It feels great. Strange… but great!”
He slowly pulled back, until it was almost out, then pressed it in again. I pulled him down on top of me. I wanted to feel his skin against mine, to hold him, hug him, touch him, kiss him!
“Fuck me, Joey,” I whispered. “It feels so good!”
He held my legs up, kissed me, and thrust into me, in a gentle, steady rhythm. I took him in, moaning under his soft attacks. How could there be such a wonderful feeling?
“I love you,” he whispered in my ear. “I love everything about you; your pretty blue eyes, your soft, blond hair, and your sweet, hot, tight, little ass..!”
“Harder!” I begged. “Fuck me harder!”
“I don’t wanna hurt you…”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore, it feels good! Please… give it to me!”
His thrusts got a little harder. I could tell he was still afraid of hurting me, but when I wrapped my legs round his waist, he picked up the speed and fucked me with a mix of roughness and tenderness that was so typically Joey. I locked his eyes into mine, and when he read in my eyes how hot he was making me, he grabbed my ass with both hands and fucked me hard. It was such a turn-on to be in the arms of my strong man, and I whispered this in his ear. His grip got tighter, and his last few thrusts were violent. He cried out, and I felt his cum fill my ass and trickle down the back of my buttocks. Panting and chuckling, he pulled out of me. We curled up in each others’ arms, not speaking, and just rubbed our noses together in a lovey-dovey way. I felt totally at peace.