"I get inside my own head sometimes Hop. You know..."
"Okay" Hopper runs his lips along her collarbone, suddenly dipping lower to her breast "Let me in too?"
His teeth nibbled at her breast, eliciting another, deeper moan. She kissed his hair, his lips never leaving her skin as they began to travel southwards.
"I want you to talk to me, baby. Tell me the good things, tell me when it hurts.." She liked that he'd said when, not if; If suggested he didn't believe her.

His lips continued their southwards travel, stopping at the small curve of her hip. Hopper nipped at the bone, raking his teeth towards her ass. Maintaining eye contact, she nodded, a faint smile dancing on her lips. His hands ran along her ribs, he pulled her legs from beneath her, uncurling her beauty before him. Joyce leaned to capture his lips, taking his bottom lip between hers biting down gently. His eyes closed, and he felt her hand run along his arm and under his shirt. She pressed her body forwards, seeking skin on skin contact, unbuttoning his shirt. He sucked on the sensitive spot behind her ear. Her moan filling his lungs and making his heart beat faster.

Joyce nuzzled into the curve of his neck, where his stubble began to fade into smooth strength. Her bare chest rose and fell, her nipples tickling against his side. He turned, cupping her cheek, removing the sheet from his lap "Okay?" he searched for permission, kissing her cheek tenderly. In response she took his cock in her hand again, it was swiftly stilled by his own. "Words, Joyce. I know its painful, but I need to hear you" Hopper kissed away the tear that threatened to run down her cheek "tell me what you want".

Joyce swallowed "I want to..." no one had asked her what she wanted, no one had cared about her pleasure in years. Her past boyfriends had been few and far between; Lonnie had taken, and taken, and taken, without once asking what he could give back. "I want your skin on mine, I want to be close enough to feel you breathe" Her voice was shaking, a hand brushed away loose strands of hair by her eyes. Hopper pulled her back into his lap, she straddled him, locking her thighs either side of his hips. Joyce could feel his chest rise beneath hers, and his arms around her waist ensuring she stayed as close as possible to him. She breathed in his smell, happiness overwhelming her. He could hold her like this all night, if she wanted nothing more.

Several minutes passed, and they stayed like this, listening to each others breath. She'd closed her eyes some time before, and he kissed her forehead, reawakening her. She blushed, her hands reaching the back of his neck to pull his face closer to hers. "I want you" It was his turn to blush now, hearing her say the words he'd longed for. He shifted slightly beneath her, his cock had softened during their stillness. Joyce reached between them, sliding her hips backwards until her face was level with his hips. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to Joyce" His voice cracked as she parted her lips to kiss the head of his cock. Joyce's tongue swirled around him, his hands instinctively grabbing her hair. She pulled back "Sorry, Sorry love, God.." his hands dropped to his sides again, gripping the sheets in fists as she plunged forward. Her teeth dragged along his length, raising his right hand he bit down on his fist, suppressing a moan. He bucked his hips slightly to get her attention, looking up at him with those wide chocolate eyes of hers, she began crawling up his body. Kissing a path along his torso she straddled him once again, Hopper could feel the wetness between her legs on his stomach. He pulled her face closer to his, their lips met in a heated kiss. His hands gripping her ass, fingers exploring the wet heat of her from behind. He rubbed a single digit along her entrance, and slowly pushed it into her. Joyce smiled into the kiss, circling her hips over him.

She pulled away first, her eyes dropping, lashes fluttering on her cheeks.
He lifted her chin "Hey, you can still say no" removing his hand from her core.
"I want to feel you. I want to do this Hop" She worried her lip between her teeth again.
"You bite that lip any more and.." his lips caught hers between them.
She breathed a moan into his mouth "Hop, I don't want to wait any longer".

He planted his hands on her hips, lifting her slightly away from his body. Her hand stroked his cock, long and hard. They made eye contact as she brushed his head along her folds, spreading her wetness over his shaft with her hand. He looked down at her tiny hand, barely circling him.
"Joyce" His voice oddly high for a man his size "go slow baby. You don't have anything to prove". She pushed down, determination in her eyes. Joyce gasped, falling forwards slightly. He caught her, holding her up, keeping his hips still so as not to stretch her beyond comfort. Their eyes met, her hand in her hair, she breathed rapidly. "Stop" he whispered, pleading with her for the second time this evening. He didn't want to hurt her. She deserved to be worshipped, and if he couldn't give her that he didn't deserve to give her anything. Joyce framed his face with her hands, pulling him closer to her, she croaked "I trust you, Hopper." A pained moan escaped her lips, whilst she'd distracted him, she'd slid his shaft inside her completely. Dumbstruck, he could do nothing but stare at the beauty before him.

Joyce's head rested in the middle of his chest, skin touching skin, her breathing slow and even. Neither spoke. A minute passed, then another, and then she moved her hips. He pushed closer to her in response, gauging her comfort through her breaths. She looked down at him, tears tearing paths over her cheekbones. "Joycie.." She pushed forward again, looking into his eyes changed something in her. Like the flick of a switch, telling her this was okay. She pulled his hands back to her hips, encouraging him to move them with her. Her breath quickened with the new movements; pain forgotten, temporarily. Hopper pulled her up, almost letting himself slip out of her heat, before she pushed her hips down flush with his. Joyce panted above him, he looked up at her in awe. They continued to move together like this, then her face began to contort. He stilled his hips, but she desperately tried to continue moving. "If it hurts Joyce, stop, please..Joyce.." the desperation in his voice made her still. She winced as he removed himself from her. Joyce curled herself back into a ball, subconscious defence mechanisms at work. Hopper kissed her shoulder, her neck, her hair. He curled his warm body around her back, pulling the blanket over both of them.

"I'm sorry" she sobbed "Sorry I'm so broken"
"Hey" he kissed her hair again, sweeping it away from her face with his hand.
"He broke me, Hop. He hurt me, and, and.."
"Joyce, you think we're not all broken?" his arm resting over her hip beneath the blanket "I still love all your broken pieces" he breathed slow and deep against her back. Her breath matching the rhythm of his, until she fell asleep.