So it's been a little while on this story. It was originally meant to be a one-shot, which then became two chapters. I always wanted them to actually get to the point where Joyce enjoyed herself, which never happened in the original two chapters. So here it is...enjoy!
Joyce awoke to his soft even breathing. His rough chin nuzzled up to the back of her neck, warm breath making her shiver slightly. She lay there for a few minutes longer, not daring to break the silence, to ruin the perfect moment. Gradually he awoke and pulled her closer to him, kissing the soft patch of exposed skin behind her ear.
"Morning, Beautiful" his smile against her neck sending waves of electricity through her body. Forgetting the night before, she turned in his arms, looking into his eyes she lowered her lips to his. Her tongue pushing into his mouth, hungry for him. His hips moved slowly forwards, arousal evident beneath the thin sheet. Her eyes flicked open; afraid that his movement might be an advance on her, afraid that it might be a retreat. His fingers caught her chin as she lowered her head, turning away.
"Joyce" her name a plea "we need to talk about it" She pulled away from him as his arms grasped at empty sheets.
"No" Joyce whispered from across the room, knowing that he could almost hear her thoughts, he knew her so well. "You don't get to tell me when"
"And you don't get to act like you're alone in this" Interrupting her, he breathed out a hard sigh, and she turned to look at him. "You get to say no, Joyce, but don't pretend you're still alone." Hopper trailed off, the muscle in his jaw clenching and unclenching.
She began to close the gap between them. Resting her hand on his naked shoulder, he leaned over to kiss it.
"Hop, I. It's difficult" she wiped a tear from her cheek as she lowered herself back to the bed. Joyce worried her lip between her teeth, causing Hopper to inhale sharply. "I want to forget all of that, forget about him." Her breath hitched, and Hopper leaned towards her, pulling her body to his. He kissed the top of her head, manoeuvring her onto his lap. "Every time we start, we start.." her eyes flicked away from his face "..you know. I just think about when he'd come back drunk" Her hand grasped his, tears dripping onto the sheets from her chin. "And I know, I know you're not him, but...all I knew for 18 years, Hop, all I knew was.." Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling sobs.
Hopper rubbed her back in delicate circles, pulling her further into his chest with each one. "Its okay, Joyce. We can.."
"I need to tell you" her voice strong and sharp, through his reassurances "All I knew was his hands on me, in me. He forced himself, he, he's in my head Hop, and I can't get him out." Her determination wavering.
"Tell me something" Hopper began kissing her head, her hair "he never did for you, to you" His lips found her neck and her head leaned back "let me love you, like he never did"
She placed her hands on the side of his head, he was reluctantly pulled away from the soft skin of her chest. They locked eyes, her teeth automatically pulling at her bottom lip in a nervous reaction. Joyce had lost all confidence that his last words had given her. "Please, Joyce, let me love you" Hopper's eyes were dark with wanting. She leaned her forehead against his, as she wriggled in his lap. Keeping their foreheads pressed together to avoid eye contact "Lonnie never" her voice shaking along with her body "You know how much I enjoyed, and you enjoyed when we...when you said I.." She closed her eyes, asking for what she wanted didn't come naturally for Joyce; she wasn't even sure that what she was asking was what she wanted. She continued to take deep breaths as Hopper's hands roamed her sides, gently running up and down her ribcage. "You said I didn't have to do anything I didn't want" She tilted her head back, maybe eye contact would help after all. "But I love going down on you, I enjoy it. Lonnie never, erm, returned that love." her words came out in a rush, and she closed her eyes, turning her head away again. Hopper pulled her back to face him, his eyes still needy. His lips crashed into hers, he had no such problem with taking what he wanted.
She moaned at the loss of his warmth as he laid her across the bed. Her head resting against the pillow, he hovered above her for a second taking in her beauty, before he began kissing his way southwards. She struggled to clear her head of thoughts of the night before, thoughts of pain and hurt swirled around her. He reached the juncture of her legs and her breathing quickened, she shifted her upper body onto her elbows and looked down at the top of his head. She felt the nerves swirling in her belly, and she couldn't stay quiet "Hopper, You.." not exactly sure what she was going to tell him. He made eye contact over the mound of her breast, and reaching up he silently circled a nipple with his thumb. Hopper lifted his lips away from her skin for the first time since he'd started "I love you", She gasped as her head fell back to the pillow. He'd kept his word, Lonnie had certainly never said that, not here at least, not like this. Hopper resumed his kissing, his strong hands slowly encouraging Joyce to part her legs. His index finger ran along the inside leg of her panties, he looked up at her. Her own hand now grasping at her breast as her breath came out in small puffs. He pulled down the black cotton, breathing in the smell of her contentedly. He allowed his fingers to roam across her skin, feeling her eyes on him he smiled, murmuring those words once again. "I love you, Joyce"
Using his thumbs to part her folds slightly, he gave her clit an experimental flick of his tongue. She moaned, twisting her body slightly, pulling herself down the bed towards him. He pushed her legs towards her torso, bending her knees and firmly planting her feet beside his head. His tongue flicked out again, coursing pleasure through her body from the new angle. He pressed his lips against her fully, and her hands entwined with his hair. "Oh, Hop" she cried out, before biting down on her lip. His talented tongue darted into her wet heat. Joyce's hands pulled at his hair, allowing him only to move towards her. He lapped at her wetness, circling her clit with his tongue. "That feels, oh, so.." her fingers entwining in his hair. Joyce arched her back, pressing her feet into the mattress. She writhed beneath him, pressing her body against the roughness of his chin. "Hop, Hop.." She chanted his name almost rhythmically He pressed his tongue into her one last time, before replacing it with a finger. "Fuck" Joyce let the cuss word out in a long, drawn out breath, before biting her lip and turning pink with embarrassment. Hopper quickly kissed his way up her body, and Joyce's hand fumbled to find is cock. Her small fingers wrapping around him, she ran her hand up and down his shaft a few times. Hopper leaned in to kiss her. "I, I need" she spoke breathlessly, his lips running along her jawbone. Nuzzling into her soft neck, he pulled at the skin, eliciting another moan from her "you" she finished.
Joyce ran her fingers through his hair, pressing is face closer to her body. He continued his trail of kisses across her chest. She pulled at his hair harder, coaxing him to look at her "Hop" Joyce whined, "I need.." she stopped, breathing in sharply as he plunged another finger into her. He kissed back up her chest and neck, "I know" he whispered to her, removing his hand from her core. Pushing his hips forwards and brushing her hand away from his cock, he lined himself up. He kissed her deeply as he pushed into her, her moan drawn into his mouth. Joyce squeezed her eyes shut, focussing on the sudden rush of pleasure deep in her stomach. "Ohh, Yesss" She hissed. Her thighs tightened around his hips, and Hopper's slow thrusts quickened. Joyce hooked one leg over his back, allowing him to deepen his thrusts. Her sweet moans filled the air. He leaned back, seeking eye contact as he felt her walls begin to tighten around him. Caressing her cheek "Hey" he said softly "Look at me" her eyes fluttered open at the sound. His eyes told her it was okay, she was safe with him. He leaned in, capturing her lips. His tongue working at a slow pace, in contrast with his hips.
Her hips bucked to meet his, and the little control he had left was gone. He slammed into her, licking along her earlobe. Whispering sweetness into her ear, taking her higher and higher. Joyce couldn't remember the last time she felt like this, the last time she'd not had to fake it. Joyce cried out for him to keep going. She bit down on his shoulder, and her slight frame began to shake beneath him. He continued to pump into her, rubbing a finger across her clit, causing her to scream out once again. He smiled against her lips as he kissed her. Continuing his caresses, he chased his own release. Joyce's heartbeat slowed, her legs still shaking and Hopper still moving above her. She ran her hands along his sides, bucking her hips to accommodate for his slowing thrusts. Pulling his arms out from underneath him, forcing him to place more of his body weight on her. As his face turns to hers and they make eye contact, Joyce can no longer hold in her emotion, "I love you too, Hopper" she blurts. With one thrust he's coming undone, his hips jerking sporadically. He leans down, resting his head in the crook of her neck. They move together slowly, kissing and caressing, bringing each other down from their highs.
Moments later Hopper attempted to lift himself up. "Nooooo!" she whined, "I need to feel you, Hop. I want to stay like this", her hips pushing forward. His eyes flicked downwards to their still joined bodies. Joyce flashes him a contented smile, nerves completely erased, "exactly like this". Hopper leaned back into her, nuzzling at her neck again. After everything, he couldn't deny it; he'd be happy with staying exactly like this too.