"Isn't it weird to do this position the first time we fuck?" I moaned.

"Nope," he panted. "Just do it."

To back up.

At Will's words outside, I decided that, yes, I needed angry sex and I needed it right fucking now. I was going to take out my frustrations with him being an asshole Republican, and an asshole generally, directly on him. Immediately. Practically before he finished his sentence, I whirled around and ran to his ranch house, him hot on my heels. He had his keys in his hand by the time we were at front door, unlocking it quickly, pushing me in, and slamming the door shut.

Immediately, I attacked, unbuttoning his shirt, fumbling with his belt buckle, reaching for the button fly of his jeans, trying to do this all at once and kiss him at the same time and getting nowhere.

"How the fuck does this work?" I yelled, during the time I was trying to unhook his I-am-a-cowboy-so-I-must-wear-a-dinner-plate belt buckle, not at all trying to keep my voice down. He was going to learn that I was a very loud fuck. He took pity on me and whipped his partially-unbuttoned shirt over his head, somehow got his belt and belt buckle off, and started unbuttoning his pants. At this, I noticed something.

Holy shit, Will went commando.

Before he got his pants unbuttoned more than two or three buttons, however, he leaned over and pulled off his boots and, clump, clump, threw them on the ground. Meanwhile, I reached for the hem of my dress, sailing it over my head so I was only wearing my navy blue satin thong, a matching bra, and my espadrilles, which had flat, dark blue ribbons criss-crossing up my ankles. He took a step back, stared at me, taking my long-legged body in, as I panted, staring at him, equally taking in his glorious body, since by now he was only wearing halfway-unbuttoned jeans and clean white socks. Fuck, he was gorgeous. We both breathed in and out for a moment, just looking at each other, not touching.

Then.

"C'mon," he growled, and pulled me to the stairs, holding my hand, letting go once we got there.

Not even taking the time to look at my surroundings any better than I had the first time, other than noticing that it was a very old house, I ran up the creaky wooden staircase after him, breathing hard — for a variety of reasons — by the time I got up to the top.

Apparently I had taken too long getting up there because he hoisted me up over his shoulder in a fireman's hold, jogged down the hall with me shrieking, went into a room, and threw me down on a bed.

And then his big, warm body was on top of mine, his lips on mine, his hard cock a battering ram between my legs, and all of this feeling like it belonged there.

But still, I wanted to be on top.

Our kisses were like we were battling with each other for who was going to prevail, and there was quite a bit of wrestling for position going on. Given his brawny muscles, I figured that he was holding back, because, finally, I wriggled and pushed until I was straddling him, him looking up at me, eyes wild, wavy hair wild, breathing hard.

I had no idea what I looked like and I didn't care.

Now on top, where I wanted to be, I took a second to glance around at what must be Will's room. I was in an old-fashioned bedroom with tall, whitewashed walls, several small old-fashioned black and white agricultural pictures on the walls, and a huge, dark wood, antique four-poster bed with a handmade, red and white quilt on top. There was a pile of clothes in the corner, and some loose change on a dresser top, but otherwise the room was neat.

Will immediately interrupted my inspection of his interior design by snaking his hand around my back and expertly unhooking my bra so that my boobage sprung free, pulling my bra off of my arms. And then he let out a breath. Knifing up, he did some sort of twist maneuver so that I was back under him again, and he was kissing my lips, then my neck, then my breasts.

"Goddammit Will, get my fucking shoes off and take off your fucking pants," I yelled.

He laughed, and reached back to untie the ribbons on my shoes, while I sat up and went to work on his pants, again fumbling in my anger and frustration. My shoes were off, one, then the other, and Will got up, looked at me, pulled off his socks, and undid the rest of his pants, letting them drop to the ground.

There he was.

So, remember how I said that Will was huge while unerect?

Now he was erect.

Oh boy.

My eyes widened.

"You're fucking huge, asshole, how is that thing going to fit inside me?"

Guess I was still yelling at him.

"It won't be a problem," he muttered. "I won't hurt you. Now get these fucking things off," and he hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down, off of my body. He leaned over to a bedside table, got a condom out, ripped the packet without removing its contents, and shoved it under the pillow.

Then he proceeded to attend to me.

He lavished attention on my lips, devoured my earlobes, kissed his way down my neck, all the while running his hands through my hair, tracing my tattoos, fondling my breasts. Then, he turned the attention of his mouth to my breasts and his hand went lower, finding my already soaking wet pussy, and exploring.

The man knew what he was doing.

"If you don't get inside me in one second, Will, I swear," and he cut me off by kissing me, grabbing the condom under the pillow, and sliding it on fast.

"You ready?" he growled. "I think you are, you are so fucking wet-"

"-Right fucking now, Will. You need to-" I started to say, and he thrust into me.

Heaven.

"Oh, fuck," we both said together.

That was right where he needed to be. Right where I wanted him. Yes, he was huge, but my body accepted him like he was meant to be there. He stayed still for a moment, just pressing into me, and then started to move a little.

"Will, don't pussy foot around, you asshole. Get moving."

He laughed, a strained sort of groaning laugh, and started moving.

Yes.

I might have said that out loud.

Because of the size of him, he hit every nerve ending in me. I had never felt sensations like that, stroking, teasing, rubbing every part of me that felt good. He leaned down and kissed me, and then said, "You. On top."

Fine by me.

We wrestled over to the other side of the bed, but he pulled out and grabbed my hips, helping me to turn around. "This way."

Now, I had done this before but not while getting to know someone. Ah well, fuck it.

I turned around so that I was straddling him, facing his feet, and impaled myself on his cock. "Touch yourself," he grunted.

Now he was talking.

I started slowly, then went to work, riding him up and down his magnificent cock, as I fingered myself. Talk about pleasure. Between him filling me up and me heightening the sensation, I was completely in ecstasy. I moaned and panted. He panted and I could hear him grunting as I went faster and faster.

And then it hit me. I came, spasming on his majestic cock, as I stroked myself into oblivion. He raised his hips as I came, heightening the pleasure for me.

Fuck me.

When I came down, I panted, "which way do you want it?"

In a flash, he was out of me, and I was on my hands and knees, and then he was thrusting into me from behind.

This felt amazing too.

Then he pushed me down on the bed, me still on my stomach, him still on top, he lay on top of me, and reached his hand in front of me, between my legs, and started fingering me again. "Go again," he said.

Again, fine by me.

As he thrust into me, and fingered me, I lay, somewhat helpless to the overwhelming sensations of pleasure. As Will fucked me thoroughly, I felt the delicious and familiar focusing and clenching, as an orgasm announced its arrival. When it burst, I screamed nonsensical words, and he sped up, thrusting until he, too, came with a loud groan and a shudder, and then he collapsed on my back.

After a second, he propped himself up so that he was not squishing me, then nuzzled my neck.

Then he kissed his way down my spine and pulled out. And then he plopped himself next to me, and pulled me into him, cuddling with me.

And then I decided that I was a fan of angry sex. A life-long fan.