“That’s it, Amy, let me make you feel so fucking good. I’ll take care of you.” He kissed her face, not stopping until he touched every inch of her. Joker gripped the back of her thigh and lifted it out slightly to deepen his penetration. He made sure his movements were easy and slow, giving her body time to adjust to him, to stretch around his cock. With his mouth pressed to hers, he could hear her whispered pleas that she trusted him, and that she loved him. He whispered, “I’d never hurt you and will always protect you. I love you, baby.” They were so close, so fused together that they breathed the same air.
The more he moved within her, the more she cried out for. A blush stole up her chest, her nipples hardened even more, and she tugged at her bottom lip with her tiny, straight white teeth. In and out, he thrust into her, going as far as he could until the heavy weight of his balls rubbed along the crease of her ass every time he pushed into her. The whole experience was made hotter by the fact they were covered in sweat now, their skin slapping together every single fucking time he sank into her. He was mesmerized by the beads of sweat that dotted her flesh, and he followed those droplets as they made their way down her body to pool in the dips and hollows of her curvy body. He wanted to savor every inch of her until there was nothing left for him to taste or memorize.
Not able to help himself, he let his tongue follow a bead of perspiration that started its descent down her chest. He tracked it, dragging his tongue between her breasts before moving back up and sucking the dip and base of her throat. Even her sweat was sweet. All the while he kept pumping his hips into her, bringing them both closer to a mind-altering pleasure.
“Oh, yes,” she hissed the last word out. He lowered his mouth to hers, letting her taste the flavor of herself on his tongue.
Her pussy milked his cock, and he grated out, “Christ, baby, I’m going to come. Please tell me you’re close.” Over and over he plunged into her.
“I’m so close,” she whispered, her eyes wide with surprise and pleasure. She continued to make small noises in the back of her throat. Yeah, she was so fucking close. He could feel her tightening around his cock, drawing out his cum in fast, hard pulls.
“You clench around me and it feels like a fist, like fucking heaven. I’m going to come so hard, baby. So. Fucking. Hard.” He pushed into her on the last word, and she cried out in climax. Yes. Harder and faster he sunk into her, needing her to come like he needed to breathe. It was there. Right. Fucking. There.
The roar that left him was loud and harsh, and it was a good thing his dad had left already. He could feel the heavy jets of his cum fill her pussy. He loved knowing it was his semen that coated her insides before sliding out of her and making a wet spot on the bed. Joker knew he would never let her go. He couldn’t.
When both of their bodies stopped shaking, he collapsed on top of her. “Everything is going to be okay, sweetheart.” He pulled back and ran the pad of his finger between her eyes. “I’m going to make sure of that. No one will ever hurt you again.” He kissed her forehead, knowing that he’d never been this gentle with a woman before. Amy brought out this side in him, and the fact she’d given him this moment, this gift, despite the trauma she’d endured, made him feel like the luckiest fucker on the planet.
“I know you’ll take care of me,” she murmured sleepily, even though they had slept all night. He wanted to hold her, inhale her scent, and keep her protected against him. Joker rolled off her, pulled her close to his chest, and kissed the top of her head. He felt her acceptance in every word and every move. She rested her head against his chest, her hand draped on his stomach.
Joker felt the tendrils of his love for her encompass him, but he only felt like his with Amy. His Amy.
Amy opened her eyes and found Joker smiling down at her. “Hello, sleepyhead.”
“Hello,” she said.
Everything they had done together came rushing back. They hadn’t fucked, it hadn’t been seedy. It had been beautiful. They’d made love, come together as one.
“How are you doing in there?” he asked, stroking his fingers over her temple. “Are we still okay?”
“I’m more than okay.” She snuggled closer, running the tips of her fingers over his chest. “I never knew it could be like that.”
“Of course you wouldn’t know how it could be with someone that loved and treasured you.”
“Joker?” She gave him a look.
“No, Amy. You don’t remember him. You were a virgin in every way that was important. I’m not thinking about him and neither are you. That’s an order and I expect you to remember that. I was asking how you were feeling, not about anything else.”