"That's enough," he murmured and released his hold onto her. Her trembling did him in. "Let me get some arnica cream. I'll be right back." Sliding from under her, he gave her backside another kiss before he disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later, he emerged with a tube of cream in his hands. "Are you alright?"
She stayed on her front, startled by how much her rear was burning, though it didn't hurt so much as she had thought it might. "But ... that was only three," she protested softly, a little worried he was going to spring the other three on her when she least expected it. "Didn't you want to do six?
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"I did," he chuckled. Kneeling beside her, he uncapped the tube and squeezed a dollop into his hands. "But I couldn't hurt you and you were scared." He rubbed his hands together and then smeared the soothing cream across her pink bottom. "I didn't want you to have to safe word," he admitted. "I don't want you to have to ever safe word with me, Heather."
The cool spread of the cream over her inflamed skin made her gasp a little, her back arching as she looked over her shoulder at him. "That feels good." Her eyes were a little apologetic as she looked at him. "I could have done more," she admitted quietly. "But thanks for stopping. I guess it'd take a bit of getting used to, right?" His confession that he didn't want her to safe word made her frown in confusion. "What do you mean, ever? We don't really know each other. How do you know you want more than just tonight?"
He smiled as he applied the cream, glad that it was relieving her pain. As to her apology, he simply shrugged, he said all that he would about that. And, she could keep talking as long as she liked, he enjoyed the sound of her voice. But her questions got him thinking. Did I really say ever? Do I want more than just tonight? He paused in his massaging, and his eyes darted back and forth as he tried to figure all of these new sensations out. If I say that I want more, she'll bolt. If I say I don't want more, it'll hurt her feelings and it'll be a lie. I can't do that, but I don't want her to bolt.? He decided to throw caution to the wind. "When something happens to you that's this good, one taste isn't just isn't enough." He hoped that answered her question.
Heather twisted, ignoring the ache in her backside as she sat up, putting herself on eye level with him. Her expression was just a little bit incredulous, but in a good way. It wasn't as though she didn't want more of him, after all, but she'd been led to believe he was a one-night-stand kind of guy. Her fingertip touched his lips wonderingly for a moment. "Are you saying you want to date me, Mr Moretz?" she asked softly, her lips quirking in a familiarly impish smile.
Dating? Christian didn't date, and he didn't make love. He fucked and then forgot. It was as simple as that. But, ever since a certain blond haired Georgia Peach had caught his eye, nothing in his life seemed simple. Could he do this? Part of him wanted to say yes. But the other, darker, side only chastised him for even considering it. You'll only prolong the pain. And though she was smiling, he couldn?t bring himself to do that, not just yet anyway. A compromise, then. "For you, I'll try."
"Ah, so you do have perversities," she laughed softly, inching closer to straddle his lap, looping her arms around his neck, doing her best to ignore the sting in her rear end as she settled against him. "You gonna teach me, or what?" Blue eyes sparkled sweetly as she looked him over, seeing the hesitation. "I could have done six," she insisted. "You're just too much of a gentleman."
Oh, he had his perversities. Maybe they weren't as extreme as some, but they were definitely there. When she climbed into his lap, he had to steady himself by letting his ass fall to the floor. He laughed, a carefree, happy laugh and the indecisiveness in his eyes was gone. "We can learn, together." With a smile, he kissed her then, and curled his body around hers until she was laying flat on her back and he rested comfortably between her thighs. "Ready for more, baby?"
She stayed on her front, startled by how much her rear was burning, though it didn't hurt so much as she had thought it might. "But ... that was only three," she protested softly, a little worried he was going to spring the other three on her when she least expected it. "Didn't you want to do six?
"
"I did," he chuckled. Kneeling beside her, he uncapped the tube and squeezed a dollop into his hands. "But I couldn't hurt you and you were scared." He rubbed his hands together and then smeared the soothing cream across her pink bottom. "I didn't want you to have to safe word," he admitted. "I don't want you to have to ever safe word with me, Heather."
The cool spread of the cream over her inflamed skin made her gasp a little, her back arching as she looked over her shoulder at him. "That feels good." Her eyes were a little apologetic as she looked at him. "I could have done more," she admitted quietly. "But thanks for stopping. I guess it'd take a bit of getting used to, right?" His confession that he didn't want her to safe word made her frown in confusion. "What do you mean, ever? We don't really know each other. How do you know you want more than just tonight?"
He smiled as he applied the cream, glad that it was relieving her pain. As to her apology, he simply shrugged, he said all that he would about that. And, she could keep talking as long as she liked, he enjoyed the sound of her voice. But her questions got him thinking. Did I really say ever? Do I want more than just tonight? He paused in his massaging, and his eyes darted back and forth as he tried to figure all of these new sensations out. If I say that I want more, she'll bolt. If I say I don't want more, it'll hurt her feelings and it'll be a lie. I can't do that, but I don't want her to bolt.? He decided to throw caution to the wind. "When something happens to you that's this good, one taste isn't just isn't enough." He hoped that answered her question.
Heather twisted, ignoring the ache in her backside as she sat up, putting herself on eye level with him. Her expression was just a little bit incredulous, but in a good way. It wasn't as though she didn't want more of him, after all, but she'd been led to believe he was a one-night-stand kind of guy. Her fingertip touched his lips wonderingly for a moment. "Are you saying you want to date me, Mr Moretz?" she asked softly, her lips quirking in a familiarly impish smile.
Dating? Christian didn't date, and he didn't make love. He fucked and then forgot. It was as simple as that. But, ever since a certain blond haired Georgia Peach had caught his eye, nothing in his life seemed simple. Could he do this? Part of him wanted to say yes. But the other, darker, side only chastised him for even considering it. You'll only prolong the pain. And though she was smiling, he couldn?t bring himself to do that, not just yet anyway. A compromise, then. "For you, I'll try."
"Ah, so you do have perversities," she laughed softly, inching closer to straddle his lap, looping her arms around his neck, doing her best to ignore the sting in her rear end as she settled against him. "You gonna teach me, or what?" Blue eyes sparkled sweetly as she looked him over, seeing the hesitation. "I could have done six," she insisted. "You're just too much of a gentleman."
Oh, he had his perversities. Maybe they weren't as extreme as some, but they were definitely there. When she climbed into his lap, he had to steady himself by letting his ass fall to the floor. He laughed, a carefree, happy laugh and the indecisiveness in his eyes was gone. "We can learn, together." With a smile, he kissed her then, and curled his body around hers until she was laying flat on her back and he rested comfortably between her thighs. "Ready for more, baby?"