. it's okay. There's nothing for you to be sorry for."It was only the soothing tone of her voice that kept my breathing from racing out of control, ev...n though at that moment I felt sure that my heart was going to pound right out of my chest if it beat any harder. She had begun to softly stroke my arm, feeling my tension. I didn't know what to do, lying there as still as I could be; searching for something to say. She broke the silence once more, softly saying, "It's okay, stay right there."I. She was right, because after about 10 seconds the pain went away and I relaxed. Slowly she thrusted into me. She kept going until she bottomed out, touching my prostate as she did. My dick jumped a little bit and I let out a little moan by accident. Taking that as encouragement, she started to fuck me faster. I had never felt anything like it. I remember thinking that I wanted her to fuck me for hours, and I lost myself in the pleasure. After a few minutes she slipped out and said "get onto. That sharp, metal, nail, dragging, ever, so, slowly, across my jugular vein, and down my neck, towards the valley of my collar bone. I can almost feel it now, as it slips diagonally past my tattoo, and traces an invisible line across my chest, mounting the hills of my breasts with slow precision. I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he whispers into my ear. I cant understand what he says as he speaks in a language I suspect might be Latin. His right arm holds me against his body. We had sex twice more in his narrow bed, and he continued to excel at making me cum. In between, he offered a detailed commentary on my performance.“How old are you?” he asked.“Twenty-four. I’ll be twenty-five this year.”“Well, I’m surprised no one has told you before. You’ve got to move with me, not against me. All that uncontrolled bucking just makes it difficult for me to maintain my rhythm.”“Boys I’ve been with before liked it.”“Well, they obviously didn’t know much about sex. And your.