"Like you don't know what that sound does to me." He laughed quietly and bent down for a long kiss, still chaste, tongue just brushing her still slightly swollen lower lip. That wouldn't the only place sore after their encounter before. He found his heart battling with that immediate heat rising inside, from both her touch and just that certain sound in her voice, from her breath against his skin.
Gently, he brushed her hair from her face, trying to show her with his smile and the slight flush of his cheeks, how much he appreciated her offer. Great, this would be awkward again. Why couldn't he just try and be happy for one fucking weekend?
"Don't want to hurt you", he finally mumbled. "I mean... We've been in quite a wrestle on that sofa before, and..." He paused, blushing even a little more. "I mean, it's not like... Like I don't want to. Being so close to you... is just wonderful." His arm tightened a little around her waist again, slipping little lower, fingertips brushing over her bare butt, the backside of her thigh. Whom was he kidding? This was something that made him happy. He just didn't like to sound like a shallow sex junkey or give her the feeling, she had to serve as a distraction.
So he went on explaining himself, no matter how silly it might sound.
"When we do that, especially when you're over me, when I can look at you and be inside you... Just that, just feeling you and seeing... Then I know, things are alright. That you trust me and enjoy being with me... that you're happy. I want you to make you happy, Tash', because you deserve it and because I'm happy with you. Guess that's why I'm such a mother hen about all this. I..."
That's where he paused again because it was the hardest part, because he had sworn himself not to tell her, not tonight. But the way the evening was going he would be awaking later anyway, trembling violently in the sheets, and there was no way she would miss it. He could as well tell her now.
"I still dream about hurting you. It's like that nightmare he gave me doesn't want to go away."
His voice broke with the last words and he leaned his head back against the pillow with tightly shut eyes, trying to chase that horrifying image of blood off.
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He laughed quietly and bent down for a long kiss, still chaste, tongue just brushing her still slightly swollen lower lip. That wouldn't the only place sore after their encounter before. He found his heart battling with that immediate heat rising inside, from both her touch and just that certain sound in her voice, from her breath against his skin.
Gently, he brushed her hair from her face, trying to show her with his smile and the slight flush of his cheeks, how much he appreciated her offer. Great, this would be awkward again. Why couldn't he just try and be happy for one fucking weekend?
"Don't want to hurt you", he finally mumbled. "I mean... We've been in quite a wrestle on that sofa before, and..."
He paused, blushing even a little more.
"I mean, it's not like... Like I don't want to. Being so close to you... is just wonderful."
His arm tightened a little around her waist again, slipping little lower, fingertips brushing over her bare butt, the backside of her thigh. Whom was he kidding? This was something that made him happy. He just didn't like to sound like a shallow sex junkey or give her the feeling, she had to serve as a distraction.
So he went on explaining himself, no matter how silly it might sound.
"When we do that, especially when you're over me, when I can look at you and be inside you... Just that, just feeling you and seeing... Then I know, things are alright. That you trust me and enjoy being with me... that you're happy. I want you to make you happy, Tash', because you deserve it and because I'm happy with you. Guess that's why I'm such a mother hen about all this. I..."
That's where he paused again because it was the hardest part, because he had sworn himself not to tell her, not tonight. But the way the evening was going he would be awaking later anyway, trembling violently in the sheets, and there was no way she would miss it. He could as well tell her now.
"I still dream about hurting you. It's like that nightmare he gave me doesn't want to go away."
His voice broke with the last words and he leaned his head back against the pillow with tightly shut eyes, trying to chase that horrifying image of blood off.