Roy and Gwen make sweet passionate love

While Roy laid on the bed, Gwen excused herself to the bathroom, not even bothering to put her shirt back on as she went. Again, Roy was impressed with how she looked from behind, even with her tight shorts still hugging her sweet little butt. But now that he could see her topless, he was surprised at how toned her back and shoulders were. She wasn't especially built, but obviously she put some work into her upper body strength. Then again, she'd probably need to, what with how top-heavy she was. It occurred to him that carrying those things around must not be easy, especially at her size.

"Sorry about that, just had to wash out my mouth," she said when she returned a short time later. As soon as she was in the room, Gwen wasted no time in hoisting herself back up on the bed, laying herself on top of Roy. "You've been waiting very patiently, but I know of something we can do while you recover for the main event," she whispered quietly into his ear. She moved her lips down to his neck, kissing and sucking on his skin, and he held her gently as she did. He couldn't help reaching under those shorts and grabbing a handful of her ass, appreciating its soft bubbly-ness as he did so. It wasn't the biggest he'd seen, or even held for that matter, but what it lacked in volume it made up in tone. She kept just kept her little kissing party going as he kneaded her booty, eventually making her way down to his nipple. She licked it, almost to test his reaction, and he couldn't stop himself from shuddering a little. He was a little embarrassed at his un-masculine reaction, but in a way, that embarrassment only made him want her more. It was a unique experience for Roy; he couldn't remember having a girl who was so eager before, or who was so confident in bed. One of the benefits of being with a girl a little older than him, he supposed.

"Hey, Gwen," he said as she looked up at him, momentarily distracted from her exploration of his body, her ears standing straight at attention as her tail kept it's rhythm.

"Whatcha need, big guy?" she asked in a sultry tone.

"I think I'm ready for round two," he said, looking southward. She followed his gaze to see his raging erection, standing tall and proud, as though it was ready to challenge the heavens.

"Goddamn. That was a lot faster than I expected," she said, her excited tail picking up the pace behind her.

"Well, are you just going to stare at it, or are you going to do something about it?" he asked teasingly.

"No, you're going to do something about it," she said, pulling his shirt off as she rolled over and pulled him on top of her. Roy was surprised by the sudden maneuver. For a girl her size, she seemed pretty strong. A moment later, her shorts and underwear were flung off in one motion, tossed to some corner of the room. He could see all of her now, for the first time, and he took a moment to drink it in. While her frame and body were petite, she obviously took care of herself; her tummy, which he hadn't payed much attention to before, seemed pleasantly flat and toned, and her thin gymnast's physique complemented her spunky demeanor. But most wonderful of all to Roy was her glistening sex. Her vulva seemed puffy, almost a little swollen with anticipation, and her hairless pink folds were calling to him in a way no woman's had before. He knew, he had to be inside her. But rationality got the better of his baser desires, at least for the moment.

"Uh, I think I've got a condom in my pants," he stated, awkwardly. He mentally kicked himself for not bringing it up earlier.

"Fuck, Roy, it's fine. I'm clean," she said, a little annoyed.

"I mean, I didn't doubt that," he said, trying to assuage her. "But, you know, I don't want to knock you up or anything."

She looked up at him in confusion and concern. "Roy, you okay? Your memories still a little fucked?"

He thought for a moment, but his headache hadn't completely subsided. He'd just been ignoring it, what with all the stimulation going on. "Maybe. Why?"

"We're different species Roy. You can't put a bun in this oven." She reached up and kissed him one more time. "Now stop worrying and fuck me."

While he still had his reservations, her tone put any hope of a discussion about it to rest. He resided himself to worry about it later; he had work to do right now.

He guided his throbbing cock to her entrance, and slowly **** his way inside, feeling her willing womanhood accept him graciously.

"Aaaaaaah, fuuuuuck that's thick," she said breathlessly under him. "Keep it up, I want you deep."

He did so, moving in slowly, inch by agonizing inch. Her tightness, which he assumed came along with her small frame, was almost unbearable. The heat of her was hotter, in more ways than one, than anything he'd ever experienced before. If he hadn't shot out a preliminary load shortly before, he had no doubt he'd be near exploding by now. Soon enough, he was all the way inside her, his cock twitching inside her moist tunnel.

"Shit, Roy," she said quietly. "That a fuckload of cock in there. I wasn't kidding before when I said you could split a girl in half."

"You're such a sweet talker," he replied, and she laughed a little under him. After a moment of enjoying her depths, and letting her get more intimately acquainted with his size, he began moving in and out of her. Slowly at first, as she moaned and squirmed underneath him, but it wasn't long before his need got the better of him. Soon he was pounding away at her, desperately needing to shoot everything he had as deep within her as he could reach. Her tits pleasantly bounced on her chest, and every now and then, she held onto them to keep them from going too wild. He did his part as well, grabbing a handful on occasion, both to steady her, and for his own enjoyment. Not that additional stimulation was really needed; he was already far harder than he'd ever been.

To her credit, she seemed to enjoy the rough treatment. What began as short gasps and long moans eventually devolved into onomatopoeic shouts and short bursts of profanity. "Ah, ah, ah," she cried over and over, in rhythm with his thrusts. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she peppered her vocalizations, as though instructing him.

"Fuck, Roy, keep it there, right there," she cried out between his thrusts, as she furiously worked at her own clit. "I'm gonna fucking cum!"

"Then do it! Cum all over my cock!" he shouted in a sudden burst of un-Roy like dominance.

And cum she did, squirming under him, her whole body convulsing. She cried out his name, scratched as his back, and locked her legs around him. She came like she had never cum before, in a burst of orgasmic energy and power. He slowed down his thrusts as she came down from her high, holding onto her as tightly as she did him. Roy didn't know he had that kind of strength in him. He'd never had a woman cum like that before. It was all he could take, as her comfortable tightness clamped down on him, and he too had to follow her display. He shot into her, as deep as he could reach, harder than he ever had before, and although it only lasted moments, it felt like time stood still as his orgasm overtook him. He collapsed on top of her a moment later, still holding her lovingly.

"Shit, dude," she said finally as she recovered. "What the fuck was that?"

He laughed mildly at her reaction. "I dunno. I just... did what I thought you'd enjoy."

She smiled up at him, her expression a little worn out. "And you were fucking right. Goddamn."

He laughed again, and kissed her. Not the hungry, needy kiss from before, but a loving, reassuring kiss. He hoped, with every fiber of his being, that this wouldn't be the last time they laid together like this.