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Ty’s eyes look drunk, they’re so heavy as they follow the curve of er fro him most

There aren’t any words There are no jokes or role-playing or sweet-talking or flirting We’ve moved past that, past the nerves We’re coers over asp and whimper for him to hear exactly what his touch--what he--does to et to the next part We have hours, and the slowness of every move he makes is as if he plans to take everyinside of o--wave after wave of treainst his touch I let out a s at my shoulder

I want him to feel just as I do, want hirown from his touch My hands quickly find the button and zipper of his jeans, and he’s not shy about helping me to work his clothes coth, and his eyes roll closed with my touch

My touch is firm and continuous as I feel every bit of his hardness, and his breathing begins to grow more rapid with every movement I stop only to reach into his jeans on the floor for a condo hirips around rab uide me just as he did the last time But instead, he holds us here, paused, his eyes almost afraid

"I want to hold you," he says, his voice barely a whisper, and his eyes trapped somewhere between need and despair "While we do this…I want to hold you I want to feel how you feel when I’m inside you But…"

His breath catches, and his eyes close, al deep within for the rest of what he needs to say, for the courage to say it

"Anything, Tyson What is it? You can tellmy head fall forward until my lips can kiss his cheek

"I want to hold you todown, but only for a aze and ht is held with the strength of hishi but this

I don’t speak, because I don’t think that’s what he wants Just getting the words out, just saying this tothat he wants discussion on He just wants to feel me, forboth of my hands up to either side of his face, and I kiss him with the same reverence he’s shown me--slow and deep and patient I worship him withhim to trust me Slowly, I turn to ainst hi the hardness of his ether

I can tell he’s unsure, afraid of not being able to do what I’ to pleasehi for his arh his and gripping hard to reassure hiot this With my other hand, I reach lower, between us, until I find his hardness ready for ainst hi s both of our hands aroundme to him His exhale is slow, and the tickle of his breath as his ainst hi most of the work His arms weave around both sides of my body as his hands splay across my breasts, my ribs, my stomach--he touches all ofharder,harder

His hands never rest, but his hold on ht and firm, his forearms fully flexed to ainst hiain As the intensity builds, my hips work harder and faster, and when Ty’s hands both slide down my body to rest just aboveof htly--over and over until he groans into ainst the back of mine