He ran his hand down my back, and I shivered at his touch. Before, that first night, it had been with fear. Tonight it was with desire. "I'm sure, Jerry," I say quietly. I make an admission I never thought I would. "I just want you inside me, any way I can."

I would have expected triumph in his expression, but it isn't there. There is only passion, and sweetness. He kisses me softly. "I'll be good to you, darlin'. I can do it so it won't hurt much at all."

"I trust you." And I do.

Jerry sits on the bed beside me, and uncaps the tube. He squirts a thick glob of clear gel into his hand, coating his palm, then rubbing his hands together. He puts his hands on my butt and begins to massage firmly, leaning over to kiss my back. I close my eyes and try to relax. This is Jerry, and Jerry won't hurt me.

He urges my legs apart, and reaches under me. He ruffles through my pubic hair, groping carefully, and locates my clitoris. The moment he touches me there I groan and press my hips down to his hand. By now he knows the things that arouse me. He's made a study of my body and my reactions, and he uses his knowledge with patient determination.

He keeps kissing and licking at my neck and shoulders as he rubs the little button of flesh to throbbing erection. "I'm gonna get you ready now, darlin'." he whispers, and I nod.

I feel him spread my nether cheeks, and run his greased hand down the opened valley. He circles around my hole, massaging the tight muscle till it begins to relax a little. "This is gonna be a little cold, baby, but I want to be sure you have enough lube." I feel a tiny intrusion, then a cold, moist ooze of ointment is creeping into my back passage.

He lays aside the almost empty tube, still holding me open, and massages my behind a little more, as if in apology. He places the tip of one finger against my anus, and says, "Baby, you tell me if I need to go slower, or you need me to stop for a little. I know you, you're liable to just bite your lip and ride it out, but that's not how it should be. Promise me, now."

"I promise. Now, will you please fuck me?"

He chuckles. "In a minute, lover." He pushes, and I feel the first finger slide slowly inside, till his knuckles brush my ass. I take shallow breaths. It doesn't really hurt, exactly. It just feels odd. There's a sense of fullness.

"Okay with that, darlin'?" I nod. "Just sit a minute."

He rubs the small of my back, soothingly. I can feel myself adjusting to the anal intruder, surprised muscles stretching grudgingly. After a moment, he moves his hand, sliding part way out, then back in again. I tremble. Is that what it's going to feel like? It's not so bad.

He keeps moving his hand, and, in fact, it begins to feel rather nice. I'm not so sure, though, when he presses a second finger in alongside the first. "Stop a minute," I say, strained. He stops immediately. "No, put them in again, then stop." He pushes deep, burying the digits, and I hitch in a breath. I can do this. Oh, I feel like I'm about to burst. I don't see how gay guys can do this regularly. I guess you have to love someone.

I realize what I've just thought, and I go stiff, body clenching. Jerry, sunk deep inside me, can feel it. "Baby?" His voice is concerned. "What's wrong? Did I scratch you?"

"No, I'm fine." I don't sound fine, even I can hear the near panic in my voice.

"Sweetheart, if you're not ready for this..." He starts to withdraw.

I reach over and grab his thigh. "Don't, Jerry! Don't stop. I'm all right. I just had a turn there, that's all." I make a conscious effort to relax my body, and for once it does as I will. "Go on, please."

He makes a noise of uncertainty, but begins to pump his fingers in and out slowly. I sigh, and push myself back to meet him. "All right, then." He continues to finger fuck my ass for some moments, patiently preparing me. I soften and spread around his probing fingers.

He's murmuring in my ear. Jerry likes to talk. "There you are, pretty girl. So soft, so sweet. Open up nice for me." And I do. I sigh almost sadly when the fingers are withdrawn, regretting the loss. Then I hear the crinkle, and open my eyes to see him extracting the condom from the ripped foil packet. I have enough presence of mind left to wonder that he has found a rubber now, when he's been riding me bareback all these weeks. But I don't say anything.

He rolls the prophylactic down over his erection, and I spread my legs even farther to make it easy for him to kneel between them. He climbs onto the bed and lays himself atop me, full length, completely covering me with his warm, solid body. For a moment he just holds me there, letting me feel his weight, The length of his prick nestled tightly in the crease of my ass. Then he lifts his upper body, bracing on one hand and reaching down with the other.

Again I am parted, and I feel a familiar nudge at my back passage. "Easy, darlin'. Easy, now." He moves, and begins to slide inside. I grab the sheets in front of my face, and he stops. I force myself to relax my grip, fanning my fingers. I whisper, "It's all right. Keep going." After another moment's hesitation, he does.

He pushes in slowly and steadily, till at last he rests against me again. There he pauses, and lays his cheek against my back. I lie there, panting. It hurts some, but not nearly as bad as I would have imagined. It's more of an ache, really. Like when you exercise muscles you haven't used in a long time.

"That's it, precious. You took it all. You're so tight. You make me crazy, you know that? Crazy love." His teeth scrape lightly at the nape of my neck, then he soothes the tiny irritation with a lick and a suck. Again his hand slides under me, seeking out my clit as he draws back. "Don't worry, darlin'. I'm gonna make you come. This ain't just for me."

He distracts me from the fresh pain with his gentle manipulations. When he pushes back in, the moan I give is more pleasure than pain. He begins to pump into my ass slowly, fondling me all the while, and gradually the pain fades, replaced by warmth and pleasure.

It isn't like when he fucks me, but it's nice. More than nice. It isn't long before I climax in a long, slow, gentle wave, sighing and shuddering. I didn't know a woman could have an orgasm with this kind of sex. Apparantly I don't know nearly as much as I thought I did, or maybe it's just Jerry.

"Oh, that was good, wasn't it, baby? You're so sweet for me. You're gonna make me come, too. Hold on, baby girl." He began to move more strongly, more quickly. I hugged the pillow, and started to push my butt back to meet his strokes. "Yeah, like that. Christ, woman, you're killing me. No one else in the world right now, darlin.' No one but me and you."

Yes, that was how it was. There was no one else. The world didn't exist outside this bed. There were no worried relatives, no stoic common law in-laws, no authorities searching. Just Jerry, and me.

I tried something. I squeezed internally, and felt my muscles ripple along the length of his buried cock. Jerry gave a strangled shout and exploded inside me. I could feel the pulse, even through the latex sheath. There was a frenzy of short, hard jabs that pushed me higher up in the bed, and I rode it out, feeling another orgasm wash over me as I cried out his name.

I could see his braced arms trembling, so I was prepared when his body crashed down on mine. He quickly rolled off of me, pulling out, and gathered me into his embrace. We lay there, sweat cooling on our bodies, breathing gradually slowing. Finally I murmured, "Well, that's it, mountain man. You've got everything I have to give."

"Not everything, Scribe."

I glanced up at him. I could read his expression in the dying light of the fire. Should a man who's just had good sex look that sad? "Good lord, Jerry. What else is there?"

He kissed me, then laid his hand flat against my chest, over my left breast. "I want what's in here. Give me your heart, Scribe. I'm a careful man. I won't break it."

"I know you wouldn't want to, Jerry. But the world might have other plans."

He held me tighter, and his voice was fierce. "I told you. No one, nothing else in the world. Just you and me. Scribe, that's how it has to be. Can't you see that? Can't you feel it? I love you."

Silence. Again he was waiting. It spun out, long seconds. He drew in a sorrowful breath.

"I love you, too."

I felt him tense. He grabbed my chin and turned my face up to his, searching my eyes. I stared back steadily, and repeated myself. "I love you, too, Jerry."

Jerry is a handsome man. In that moment, with slow, sweet joy transforming his face, he wass beautiful. "Say that again."

"Glutton. I love you."

He laughed. He laughed while he kissed me. It's an odd sensation, but one I could grow to like. And odder still was the fact that both of us were crying, smearing salt tracks against each other's cheeks as he began to make love to me again.