“Tell me.” he whispers back.
“I’m afraid of everything.”
He smooths the hair off of her face even though he can’t see her well in the dark.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” he reminds her. This is their second attempt at having sex for the first time after Grace was raped. She’s asked that the lights stay off.
“I want to, it just has to be slow, and I need to feel it first.” she replies, placing her hand on his cock. She needs this to be ok, to be enough for this moment.
Jeremy strokes her back as he hardens against her slight palm and long fingers that are gently making room for his erection. He kisses her forehead, cheek and the corner of her mouth, silently asking.
She tilts her head up and kisses the lovely soft lips she’s kissed for years and still doesn’t feel right yet. She wants to be normal again. She wants the attention she’s giving to his cock to be ok again, but the fear is taking over.
Her body responds anyway. Her nipples harden and she’s aware of the dampening of her underwear, how good it might feel because it’s him, but her mind can’t take it.
‘That’s as far as I can go tonight.” she whispers into his bottom lip.
“That’s perfectly ok.” he whispers back and wraps his arms around her.