“Spence! Oh my God, baby, did I hurt you? Please tell me what’s wrong!!”

I shriek out to her.  She then looks at me and starts crying again, and sobbing uncontrollably into the pillows.
“Baby, please don’t hide that angelic face from me; please, tell me what’s the matter my love” I plead.

She sniffles and I wipe her tears, and she shakes her head from side to side. 

I don’t know what is wrong yet and I’m getting worried like she doesn’t want to be with me anymore or something.  Am I not good?  I don’t think I hurt her physically but I’m still very worried.
I guess she can sense the worry and pain in my eyes, because she reaches up to my face and slowly lifts herself up to kiss me; deeply, passionately, lovingly.

“Ashley, I just cant even comprehend the fact that you and I are here…doing this.  I always dreamt of it, and craved it, and prayed for this day to get here…and I can’t believe it is actually here.  I finally have you all to myself, naked, in a bed, and now I don’t even know what to say or do.  I just want to make love with you; whatever that entails…I want to do it all with you, and not just tonight, but every night, for the rest of my life Ash. 
“Spence-…”she cuts me off with a firm kiss.
“Shhh.  Ash, I’ve always been shy and I’ve always been nervous when I get to be alone with you…you do that to me; give me those butterflies and make my stomach do flips.”
“Spence, I don’t want you to feel like you cant be yourself nor do I want you to be afraid to let go and be intimate with me, but I want to make you comfortable.  What can I do Spence to make this easier and more comfortable for you?”

 Without warning, she grabs on to my waist, raking her nails over my skin and grabbing onto the little bit of fat I call my “sex handles”, and pulls me into her.  “Unghhhhhhh!!” I moan out deeply as I throw my head back, and my eyes involuntarily roll back as well.  Our centers hit together rather hard, and unexpectedly when she pulled me down.  Spence looks so sexy right; there’s confidence and lust in her eyes that show me she is no longer nervous. Maybe all she needed was to have the roles somewhat switch: where I’m the vulnerable one and she’s in control.