This proximity is hard to describe in words. She is all in the look with which he looks at me when I wake up, she is in the warmth that glows his face when I bring him coffee, or do something else from the ritual of grooming the female for the male when he is already subdued. Something from the service of his life)))))
He would know how pleasant it is for me to do this, because I don’t even have to think about his response steps. They are here. He is already doing something for me, because he lives, because he enriches his life, which can become our common life.
It was immediately clear that we are very drawn to each other. But I could never be called a relaxed girl. And even with him, despite all the closeness that I felt, I was not ready to take the next step. On the other hand, I was disgusted that in our relations with him something would resemble the notorious girlish manipulative moves. I adhere to the idea that if a person is tied to you only by sex, give him one and let him show his true attitude sooner.
Yes, no manipulation. Therefore, when we once again laughed, tickled, and watched the movie with one eye, I decided not to follow the principles. How gorgeous when you do not have to choose moments in order to speak. This moment comes by itself. For a split second, we meet our eyes, and he is already carrying me in his arms into the bedroom. And at this time I say to him: “Baby, I can’t have sex so immediately.”
“I understand,” he says. - Everything will be only when you can make me a company at all levels.
My heart stops at these words. Hell.
“But you know,” I continue, “not everything is possible, but something.” I'm definitely ready for something. - With this sly smile.
He put me on a low couch and knelt beside me. Looks from above.
- Something you can say? And what is it?
- Well, you can any prelude.
- Anyone?
- Well, while staying in the underwear.
- No, listen, mercy - a smile. - Give at least just in panties.
- Well, let's do it.
“And shorts can be shifted and inut,” he sings. I laugh. What can I answer? To say that I do not want it would be a huge lie. It’s just that some things from “decent upbringing” are screwed into consciousness and do not allow you to fully enjoy intimacy, if there is not a tortuous path before it.
- You can still massage, or sleep together. You know, nap, like in camp? Have you ever dreamed of these lonely fucking camps, in the afternoon for a quiet hour hugging some Masha from the 3rd detachment, and not falling alone?
- No, I did not look at all sorts of small things. All girls Malyavki. If I had been told then that I would be here on my knees next to such a little one, about sixty-two meters tall, I would have broken his nose.
- Mm, I like the little one.
“Okay, let's fulfill your teenage dream,” he says, and pulls off his sweater, sitting on the edge of the couch.
I can not stay lying still. Immediately I begin to regret that I did not remove the clothes from him myself. I embrace him from behind, hugging the buttocks with my knees, covered with velveteen, and with my hands - inspiring bare shoulders. God, how warm it is.
- Another such trick and there will be not only a dream, but a gross violation of your human rights will happen. I control myself, only repeating in my mind that you are not ready, but I am able to hold back when you demonstrate the opposite.
He says this, having already crushed me. How nice to understand that a man barely restrains, but gives you the opportunity to move at your pace. And joking at the same time. Lord, thank you for this feeling of security and fullness of life !!!
Okay, okay, we undress each in his own corner. And zalazim under the blanket. Spoon pose. He takes my hair and puts it on my face. And I feel it. And I want to feel endlessly. This is the most important feeling in the world - to know that your man is excited just by your presence.And not refusal, not the possibility of overcoming it turns him on - just the opposite: your consent makes him move as slowly as possible. Or do not move at all.
He gently puts his hair on the pillow and smoothes it there for another minute so that they cover the surface with a uniform chestnut-red carpet. Starts nibbling my neck.
I feel my calves touching the silk surface of his legs. Yes, they have a lot of hair. It speeds up my heartbeat. And then the level of emotions passes for the maximum allowed, and I begin to experience fear. I seem to shrink internally.
“Hey baby,” he says.
“Yes,” my voice will hold. Fearfully.
- That's all we need for now. Nothing else. - Pause. “Well, except with the ability to bite your ear,” he adds in a comic tone.
I turn to face him and whisper faintly:
- Please forgive me. I'm still scared. You are welcome.
- Hey, you forgot, I told you about the company at the very beginning. Only when at all levels. And when madly want. Now go back to the spoons.
And I feel guilty, but I turn my back on him. He is so warm. And whispers in my ear: “Little one. You're a little guy, and I'm just kicks when next to you. Damn simple. ”
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