I was shaking. “Joey, inside me. Now.”
He grinned crookedly. “You’re always so bossy.” Leaning down to kiss me, he hooked an arm around my back and dragged us up the bed. “But I’m going to give you what you want.” He stretched over me. “Just the way you want it. I promise.”
I felt like screaming at how good his skin felt against mine, how blissful his weight was on my body. Our lips and tongues molded, sucked and stroked, and my hands traveled all over
him—his back, his arms, his face, his hair. His cock pushed into my thigh and I wanted it pushing into me. I scooted down, knees wide, putting him exactly where I wanted him.
“Tiny.” Joey braced himself on his hands above my shoulders and looked down at me with serious eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” I punctuated the words with kisses pressed to his chin, his jaw, his neck.
“I wasn’t planning for this, so don’t have anything to, you know…stop things from…”
“I don’t care. I love you, and I’ve never wanted anything more than this. We can be careful.”
“I’ll go slow.” Reaching between us, he guided himself to the entrance of my body, and I bit my lip. Would it hurt? I closed my eyes and willed myself to open up to him. It’s Joey, I kept thinking. The first couple inches slid in, tight and hot with friction. Oh, God. More. Now. I put my hands on his ass and pulled, panting with frustration.
Joey let out a strangled groan. “I’m trying really hard to be a gentleman here.”
“Fuck being a gentleman.” I opened my eyes and dug my nails into his skin. “I want you all the way inside me, and I want it now.”
At that his eyes blazed with heat and he rammed into me. I gasped and threw my head to the side, crying out at the sudden shock of being stretched so tight and filled so completely. He pulled out and then slammed into me again, hitting a place so deep inside I was rendered soundless, if not actually mindless. Then he slowed down, and with several long, deep thrusts, he taught my body how to take him in, how to surrender completely to being pushed to the limit.
When I could finally breathe again, I looked up at him. His eyes were open, and in them I saw the battle between how much he loved me, which meant he didn’t want to hurt me, and how badly he wanted to pound his cock into me until I screamed for mercy. And even though a sliver of fear still lingered that my body wouldn’t be able to handle it, I knew what I wanted. When he hit the deepest spot again, I held him there; then I tilted my hips so I could feel pressure exactly where I needed it.
“Right there, baby?” he whispered, rocking into me with smaller movements.
“Yes,” I breathed, closing my eyes as pleasure triumphed over pain. Staying deep within me, he circled his hips in a slow, steady rhythm. Within seconds I grew wetter and hotter and the buzzing tension began building again at my center.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he said. “I had no idea, no fucking idea…”
“Me either,” I breathed. “I used to dream about your hands on me, and even that was enough to make me crazy.”
“I used to think about exactly what I’d do to you if I had the chance. All the ways I’d touch you. How you’d feel wrapped around me. How you’d smell, how you’d taste. There isn’t one fucking inch of your body I haven’t dreamed about. And now you’re here,” he said, his voice going hoarse, “and you’re so fucking beautiful.” He began to move faster, harder, and I wanted it, I wanted everything. My lower body hummed and coiled, and the euphoria began to overtake me again. “Oh my God,” I panted, completely lost to him. “Oh my God, you’re so good. You’re so gorgeous and big and hard and you feel so fucking good.”
Over and over he pounded into me, hard and steady and deep. His mouth came close to mine but we were so out of our minds with rapture we couldn’t even kiss—our eyes locked and our breath mingled and our bodies moved together in an unceasing, savage rhythm.
“Christ, I’m gonna come,” he said through clenched teeth. “So if you don’t want me inside you—”
Gripping him tight to my body, I lifted my head and pressed my mouth against his. “Don’t leave me.”
With powerful, primal sounds coming from deep within his throat, he pumped himself into my body even harder and throbbed inside me, over and over again. Powerless against the torrent any longer, every cell in my body burst open in a glorious fireworks of light and sound and color. I turned my cheek to the bed and cried out, short, repeated screams of pleasure beyond belief that echoed through my head and were probably loud enough to burst Joey’s eardrums.
The moment our bodies stilled, Joey propped himself on his elbows and dropped his head to mine, pressing his damp forehead to my temple. “Tell me this is real.” His chest rose and fell from exertion.
I finally closed my mouth and licked my lips. “I hope it is.”
He put his lips on my cheekbone and held them there, and inexplicably, a lump jumped into my throat.
What the hell? I was perfectly happy and my body was totally sated. What on earth could I possibly have to cry about? But the tears were coming, and there was nothing I could do about it. Completely mortified, I felt one slip from the corner of my eye, and a sob wrenched itself from my chest.
Joey picked up his head. “What’s wrong, baby? Oh God, I should have pulled out.”
I grimaced through tears. “No, no, it’s not that. Nothing is wrong, I swear to you, nothing.” Sniffing, I squeezed my eyes shut. “This is so dumb, I don’t know why I’m crying because I’m actually really happy right now.”
Laughing gently, he wiped a tear from my cheek. “Doesn’t look like it.”
“I know! That’s why it’s so dumb!” Incredibly, I continued to sob, and even though Joey must have thought I was crazy, he wrapped his arms around me and flipped us onto our sides, keeping our bodies joined.