In detail.

"The 'husband'?" Katie asked, puzzled.

"The, uh, top, I guess..." Tony continues lamely. "I didn't meant to be offensive..."

"I mean, no guy, no kids," Katie continued. "Plenty of men like to be bottoms, Tony, even if some will deny it like their lives depended on it. It's okay to say it out loud; doesn't make anyone the 'husband' or the 'wife.'"

Tony nodded mutely. Perhaps even now, he was afraid of walking on eggshells. Despite everything, a part of him still remained afraid, even if it was nonsensical, of the angry look she'd given him earlier that day when they'd shouted at one another.

"So what would I do if I was on top..." Katie thought aloud. "You know, it's pretty pathetic, but I can tell you the answer."

"I won't judge," Tony blurted out. He was painfully aware of how overly aggressive his tone was and Katie paused for a moment to peer down at him before shaking her head.

"A lot of girls have that fantasy of the guy they'd like to be with when they first start having these sorts of thought and how it'll play out. Shocking, I know, but like I said before, I thought about you all the time."

Katie moved her hands to Tony's scalp and began to work them back and forth through his brown locks.

"We're on a bed together, wrapped in satin sheets. We start off telling each other how much we've wanted to do this before now and that it's great we've got the time all to ourselves. I get all weepy with you but you tell me it's okay. You kiss me and it's the longest, most passionate one that I've ever had. Almost better than everything that happens afterwards. Almost."

Just as before, her fingers are clinical but not uncaring, almost maternal.

"One kiss leads to another, then more, and more. It gets sloppier as it goes on; it's not so much about being in love as it is having it be a substitute for something else. You roll on top of me, running your fingers through my hair, and it's taking everything in each of us not to rip our pyjamas off each other. It's not fair, but that's okay. We can wait."

The water falling onto Tony is a pleasant background noise, Katie's voice sighing with its gentle stream.

"We're getting hard now. We can feel each other through the fabric separating us and I get scared about hurting you. Too damn big for my own good, but you don't care. You whisper in my ear that it'd be a shame if I didn't put it to good use. That's when I wrap my arms around you to roll over."

Tony could hear the smile in her tone as she continues and finally, at last, despite the awkward start he can tell she's glad with him for asking his question. It's a signal that, even if it's slow, he's beginning to acclimate to his situation. Perhaps not heal but at least Tony was coming to terms with it all.

"I start on your cheek, but I'm kissing every single inch of skin I can find, sticking my head underneath your shirt. Down your neck, your chest, your stomach... I want you to get embarrassed in public when people ask about those red spots."

He involuntarily shivered at her words, goosebumps beginning to pop up all over his skin.

"That's just the appetizer, then we get to the main course," Katie purrs. "You're so hard now, but I'm bad. I slowly move your boxers off to get to it, lifting your feet onto my shoulders. I did what you did earlier... go from the bottom to the top. You're whimpering above me, asking me not to tease you, so I stop. I take you in my mouth and I let you go all the way in..."

She enunciated the last few words as her ministrations against his hair began to purposefully slow.

"You're sweet and salty. I can't get enough. Up and down, up and down, up and down. You want so badly to cum but you don't let yourself, not even when I'm working your balls underneath my fingertips. I meet your eyes, though, and you eventually give in. It's okay, after all. I want you to feel good."

One of Katie's hands gently tilted his head and the shampoo falls around Tony's shoulders and onto the plastic floor of the shower stall.

"While you're still coming down from cloud nine I've already moved onto your hole. My tongue goes in but I can tell you're hesitant; it's not something you're really used to, but you're not afraid of trying new things. You're clean but I make my rounds anyway. Not much I can do to prepare you, but I need to try my best. It's our first time together, after all."

She turned him around and wrapped her arms around his waist, bringing him close. Her smile was radiant, beaming. The happiest he's seen her in a long time, perhaps ever.

"One finger at first. You've had toys before, just like every guy, but it's never a substitute for the real thing. I go as far as I think I can, as far as it seems safe. I can feel you spasm against me; it's all the motivation I'll ever need. Now there are two fingers in there, pumping over and over. You're writhing against the sheets, twisting and turning about how unfair I am."

She pressed his head against her chest, stroking his hair just as she did earlier that day on the couch, but her touch is far different this time. It wasn't playful, but loving. Maternal? No, that wasn't the right description. It's almost angelic.

"Your voice is cracking, but you tell me to stop. We've gone so far, but it's not enough anymore. You roll onto your back, head deep into the pillows, and that's when you tell me you want me to stop fucking you and start making love. I oblige."

Tony barely registered the fact that he's hard again, his penis pressing up against Katie's. It doesn't matter at all how much she dwarfs him.

"I put on the lube quick, quicker than I've ever done before, because I know you're tired of waiting. I lower your rear onto the mattress and you're confused, but you go along with it, and I crawl on top of you. I don't want to hurt you so I lock in my arms on either side of your back, lowering myself. Spreading you wide open, I give you a gentle tease of my cock. It's bigger than you've ever had before. I'm selfish, Tony. Others can try to have you, but I want you to always come back; they can be good, great even, but they're not me. So I start thrusting, and thrusting, and thrusting..."

With each 'thrusting,' she moved their penises together in tandem gently. The sensation is wonderful; his own arousal gracefully allowing itself to be dominated in every way by her flesh, their scrotums rubbing together.

"I do my best to be gentle and control how far I'm going in, Tony, but you make it one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life. You're so tight that I almost lose it right then and there. But I can't. This is special. You're having your prostate hit every time I come back and you're so adorable. No words now, just sounds. I've had one or two girls under me in the past but this is different."

"Y-you like g-girls too?" Tony asked, trying not to pay attention to their mutual masturbation. It's genuinely new information. He never thought to ask Katie about it before and a part of him is ashamed to admit it was simply due to trying to avoid thinking about how many guys (or otherwise, he corrected himself) had been with her.

"People are people," Katie confirmed, not letting his question distract her from her mission. "I don't like getting hung up about it. If you were a girl, it wouldn't have changed a thing."

"S-so what happens n-n-next?"

"Well," Katie whispered, "not much. It's all a haze, but I do my best to let you know how good you're being, brave even. Maybe an ear nibble. I tell you a love you - more than anyone else in the whole world - and then it ends."

"Ends?" Tony frowned, almost feeling like he'd been lost in a daze himself.

"It always ends, you dummy. But not before I make you mine. I don't pull out; it goes all into that cute, cute butt of yours..."

Her palm gave one of his own cheeks an affirmative squeeze. It's almost like something out of a movie, he thought to himself, as in that moment they come together against one another, splashing themselves again with jizz. He stood there, leaning against Katie as he listened to her heart pound away in her chest.

"...Damnit," he heard her say somewhere above him. "Didn't think it'd land us back at square one."