The groan that left his lips could be classed as obscene, but considering he hadn't felt her touch for just over three months it was really no surprise. Although his eyebrow did perk and he did stare at her for a moment at her words.
"Two months in and I tried. Ended up at this dive, just kept driving until I found it. Got cold feet after one drink before anything even happened and left when she went to the bathroom. Just kept thinking about this red head I know who I couldn't get out my head." He's honest, completely honest with her because he wouldn't hold back any secrets.
"Thought it might help, it didn't. I came back here bored, angry and upset but still loving you. Couldn't replace you, didn't want to. Even if you came back and told me you didn't love me... I still couldn't have kept away."
He's glad she's kissing him, because he's an idiot and she's perfect and amazing and if he'd have gave in at that dive of a bar where the whiskey was watered down he would never have forgiven himself.
He presses into her, hands reaching everywhere all at once, but he slows it. He's not terribly keen on the idea of prolonging his own agony, he'd rather save the exploration for later but he still traces fingers down her stomach and slips them into her bottoms. It's apparent she's ready so maybe foreplay isn't what either of them need right now.
He still breaks the kiss, sucks her bottom lip into his mouth and grazes teeth along it. "Do you want me go down on you Tasha? Or do you just want to feel me? Because this is all for you, whatever you want me to do.."
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"Two months in and I tried. Ended up at this dive, just kept driving until I found it. Got cold feet after one drink before anything even happened and left when she went to the bathroom. Just kept thinking about this red head I know who I couldn't get out my head." He's honest, completely honest with her because he wouldn't hold back any secrets.
"Thought it might help, it didn't. I came back here bored, angry and upset but still loving you. Couldn't replace you, didn't want to. Even if you came back and told me you didn't love me... I still couldn't have kept away."
He's glad she's kissing him, because he's an idiot and she's perfect and amazing and if he'd have gave in at that dive of a bar where the whiskey was watered down he would never have forgiven himself.
He presses into her, hands reaching everywhere all at once, but he slows it. He's not terribly keen on the idea of prolonging his own agony, he'd rather save the exploration for later but he still traces fingers down her stomach and slips them into her bottoms. It's apparent she's ready so maybe foreplay isn't what either of them need right now.
He still breaks the kiss, sucks her bottom lip into his mouth and grazes teeth along it. "Do you want me go down on you Tasha? Or do you just want to feel me? Because this is all for you, whatever you want me to do.."