"I want to try something..." he said, while his breathe tickled my pale complexion.
It had taken time; the clocks had died and been reborn by the time I could let him touch me with a sense of ease.
But what he wanted; could I ever provide that?
"Hold very still." he whispered, as if I could move my body a mere inch at this moment. My pulse echoed in my ears,
my skin tingling as he lowered his head to mine.
Our lips touched and electricity ran through my veins. Air began filling my lungs, color began to fill my world.
His hands lingered safely on my arms, his desire to make me feel safe was always a priority.
Don't let this get in the way. Thrust, grunt, thrust, moan.
My eyes flutter, that familiar darkness is etching its way in.
This time though... this time is different. my hands find his chest, my tired fingers clinging to the soft material they find.
I root myself to him.