Go ahead.

"I, uh, don't have any lube..."

Katie pushes herself up into a sitting position and looks quizzically at him.

"Are you sure? I mean, the other you might've had some lying around."

It was true that he hadn't looked for it but a part of Tony almost doesn't want to think about it. It'd be only natural for his current body to have experimented in this world with sex toys but it feels odd to even bring up. Some of that uncertainty must've showed on his face as Katie shrugs her broad shoulders.

"It's fine, don't worry about it. I'll go next door really quick and grab a bottle of mine. Don't think I'm letting you out of this so easily."

Snatching her keys out of her discarded jeans, Katie quickly makes her way to the door, pokes her head out, and then shuts it quickly behind her leaving Tony with only his thoughts.

They were really going to do it. After all this time, he still didn't feel ready to completely take her. It was a rather absurd notion given everything else up to this point, but this was different, more intimate, and the brief mention of children - as uncertain as he was as to how that even worked anymore - made it feel like it meant something more than simple fooling around. It was just a shame that he had no idea what he was doing.

The girls he'd been with before hadn't been terribly interested in anal. Some had told him that it hurt in the past, others had given it a few tries before deciding it wasn't their bag after all. A selfish part of Tony almost wishes that Katie has no other past partners to compare him to but he quickly brushes the notion aside. She's far too beautiful to not have at least one other encounter; he's not that arrogant.

He doesn't even register that Katie's returned until he hears the door shut again and his amazon stands there, fingers wrapped around a bottle filled with clear liquid and beaming down at him.

"Can I put it on?"

Tony simply nods and Katie closes the gap between them, unscrewing the bottle as she lowers herself beside him. The liquid splashes onto her hands as she takes her fingers and begins running the lube along his shaft. Her fingers are heavenly against his bare skin and he can feel himself immediately harden at the contact. Well, that and the fact that the substance is cool, causing him to involuntarily shiver.

"Sorry. Glad you're still up and at 'em at least."

"I'm not that hopeless, Katie."

Capping the item and placing it on the ground, she gives him another appraisal. Tony does his best to not instinctively move his hands over his erection and lets her eyes explore at their owner's leisure. Smiling gently, Katie gets back on all fours once more, but not before turning back to him to make eye contact.

"I think the fact you're tinier than I am is really cute."

"Er..." he says, looking blankly at her. "Thanks, I guess?"

"I don't mean your dick. I mean the rest of you."

"I don't really think I'm following you."

"Like I said before, I decided to start working out to protect you. Puberty hit really hard for me and it means that if we go out somewhere there isn't going to be anyone who'll be able to hurt you or take you away from me."

As Tony looks over the thick, rippling muscle of Katie's form he has to agree that anyone stupid enough to try and tangle with her was in for a world of hurt. It'd probably be like punching a brick wall.

"Nice to know. Girls in my world aren't... they don't get as big as you are, not on average, anyway. Guys usually get teased if they're into buff chicks but it doesn't matter. Not to me, I mean. You're like a Renaissance statue."

Just like those same works of art, the thing none of their creators ever bothered to cover up make its approval known, twitching to life just a bit as Katie lay before him.

"I'm... just glad you're okay with me. All of me, I mean."

"Maybe it hasn't really sunk in yet, you know?"

"Yeah," Katie murmurs more to herself than him. "Maybe."

Realizing that the conversation has the potential to be a mood killer, Tony clambers over to his girlfriend and gets behind her, gripping her thick hips in his hands awkwardly.

"That doesn't hurt, does it?"

"No, you're fine. Just relax, Tony."

Nodding, even though his partner can't see it, he carefully lines up his dick with her entrance. Katie is wringing the carpet with her hands.

"Hurry up and-"

Before she can finish, Tony obliges her. Gently as he can spreads Katie's cheeks as he brushes them with his tip before, slowly as he can manage, enter her. Katie yelps slightly as he slides into her, the lube aiding his movement as he rocks his hips forward. To her credit, his thrust doesn't even move Katie. Her cavity holds his penis tightly in place as he tries to sink himself further into her before he carefully, gently pulls himself back.

"O-o-oh..."

Katie's breath is hitched, almost a whisper, under him and Tony's own mind is being filled with a pleasurable buzz as he pushes himself back into her again. It's a little easier for him this time, just as he'd expected it to be, and for the first time Tony gets to fully appreciate the experience. It's as tight as he'd ever read or been told, warm, all enveloping, and with the help of the lube Katie went and got, wet. His eyes begin to flutter closed, not even bothering to stifle the groan passing from his lips as he pushes himself in just a little further. He doesn't care if their neighbors hear them. Not now.

He slides back to take stock for a moment. Katie's speech so far has been nothing but happy moans as he has his way but it still doesn't feel satisfying enough to Tony. He doesn't just want to please her - for the second time that day, Tony selfishly wants to keep her all to himself. Placing a hand firmly on one of her hips as an anchor, as he comes back for another round, he bring his free palm down on one of her buttocks.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Tony begins to pick up his pace. He's like a piston in a machine; his only purpose is to have himself go into his designated slot. Katie's skin begins to grow red due to his constant contact and throughout the haze that feels as if it's going to overtake him at any moment he hopes she isn't in pain.

"God, you feel amazing."

Katie does. Every time he slams back into her, it feels as if he sinks just a little more into her core. It's what Tony hoped would happen, at least. He doesn't know if he's long enough to reach her prostate but he'll damn well do his best to try and get there. But if he can't there are options.

He stops smacking her ass to reassess the situation. He has to admit that as great as all of this is, it bothers him that they're not face to face. Maybe he'll suggest missionary next time, as boring as it sounds on paper. Tony wants nothing more than to have her whisper his name in her ear as they exchange sloppy kisses, sweat coagulating on their skin as he jack hammers her. Now, though...

Experimentally, he uses the hand that isn't steadying him to reach under Katie clumsily. It takes a moment for her to realize what he's looking for, but she quickly moves a hand up to help him find one of her nipples before lowering it again. He gently teases the rock hard item between his fingers, flicking it back and forth as well as pulling. It's admittedly awkward given that Katie's A cup effectively means he has to lean forward to properly stimulate her but it's worth it to feel her shudder underneath him.

"D-d-don't st-stop, Tony. N-n-never sto-op."

A steady, gentle sound greets his ears and he doesn't even have to awkwardly look around her legs to know that Katie's dick must be standing at total attention below the two of them. He has to admit that, despite his earlier misgivings, there's something hugely satisfying about the thought of being able to reach around and feel a physical manifestation of Katie's love for him. It's due to him that her girth is currently making meaty thwacks against her washboard abs.

He pulls out again and, this time, he plunges into Katie the furthest he's gone yet. To his delight, he hits home. The "Oh, God," Katie growls out sends a pleasant tingle up his spine. Earlier that afternoon seems so far away now and Tony thinks how stupid he'd been to try to deny himself the pleasure he was experiencing. Even his own nipples are practically icicles at this point.

Tony's hand leaves Katie's breast and her huff of irritation quickly morphs into another groan of content as he pushes up against her prostate.

"Don't worry," he almost laughs. "I've got something a lot more fun in mind."

Changing hands on which is gripping Katie's hips, he moves his other hand to her gigantic womanhood and tries, to the best of his ability, to get a grasp of it. Their clumsy movement doesn't help but its sheer size doesn't either. Even as he begins to work with her foreskin and smoothly run his fingers along it it only barely fits into his grip. Katie's only response to his sudden assisted masturbation is an adorable squeak that makes his heart melt.

Just as when Tony had her in his mouth, the repetitive movement is something that's easy enough once he has a pattern down. He pulls back when he draws out, then pushes forward once he goes back in. At the rate that he's moving, of course, he's sure that they're going to be even messier than they already are soon.

"Can you do something for me, Katie?"

He imperceptibly sees his girlfriend's head nod, her braid jostling around on her back.

"I want to come together. I'm getting close; are you?"

Another nod.

Smiling, Tony increases the **** of his thrusts rather than the speed. The rapid noises of flesh meeting flesh have been exchanged now for purposeful but powerful movements aiming to maximize each time he returns to her. She feels like a warm branch in his fingertips, solid as an oak, but the awkward twitch every now and again gives away how close she is.

"Katie, I'm-"

He doesn't have to finish his sentence. For the first time today, Tony's the one who doesn't get to give a proper warning as he feels a warm, thick stream leave him, painting Katie's insides with his semen. He gives her as much as he's able, keeping himself in her for every twitch that's left in him. His paramour follows suit.

"Tony!"

Her woman meat doesn't disappoint. Another copious amount of cum exits Katie and Tony takes a moment to marvel just how much she still has left as he finds her ejaculating wave after wave spurting onto the carpet beneath the two of them. Tony pulls out of Katie with a satisfying, wet pop and he flops onto his side. Katie does the same, lowering herself but avoiding her mess, as she rolls over onto one of her hips. Katie's eyes are bright, shining as she looks at him.

"Knew you had it in you."

Katie stands up and Tony winces in sympathy as he watches her stagger for a second before she makes her way over to him. He's about to ask what she's doing when he feels himself being lifted up, bridal style, and in one swift motion Katie eases herself slowly down onto the couch, clutching him to her chest, a hand running through his hair.

"I had wet dreams about all that, you know? Have to say, this was way better."

They sit there for a while, her holding him and him leaning into her embrace, their sweat mingling as each of their erections subside. He feels her lips kiss his forehead. Looking down at the carpet, Katie sighs and gives him an apologetic expression.

"Sorry. Hadn't had a chance to jerk off in a while and I wasn't expecting... well, everything today."

"Not even going to lie, I'm just glad that I can't get pregnant."

She rolls her eyes dramatically as she leans back against the cushion behind her.

"How do you know you can't?"

Tony feels his face grow pale at that and Katie starts laughing, giggling and snorting into a palm.

"Easy there, easy. The fairer sex still has that 'honor.'"