Well that certainly does make sense. And the rational thought suddenly sends a sort of chill through her, something that runs down her back, like when someone says they feel as if someone has walked over their grave. She isn't sure why. Maybe it's the reality of the situation that is bleeding through, past the sort of pink bubble gum haze of her brain on how this would work. In fantasy there is no hurt, there is no need to be careful or go slow because the fantasy is based on experience or a perceived reality. This, in real life, things do hurt, and he does lose control and that is why she is on top. For as good as she feels there is, for a sudden moment a bright and glaring spot in her brain that reminds her that this will probably hurt - and she is scared.
Not enough to make her stop, but there is a fear that it will hurt severely and that she won't do it right and he will be disappointed in her. Maybe she should have done this with someone before so she could be better for him. The last thing in the world she wants to do is disappoint him.
He is so kind though, he wouldn't be disappointed in her, would he?
He pulls her and he kisses her, caressing and encouraging and she takes her place over top of him, moving as he dictates and sighs against his mouth as she continues to stroke him, to let her hand explore and get used to the size and feel of him, the noise that he makes when he is pleased. The more action she gives herself over to the less thought that she has for the fear and uncertainty. It will be like before, nervous at first and then, when she gives it, it will be the best feeling, the best experience.
His fingers. She groans and shudders, her hip being lead forward by his finger, pulling her where he wants her, and she opens her eyes to look at him, once again falling into the trance of pleasure and feeling instead of thought and anxiety. Her breath is shaky, she breathes in and lets it out slowly like he tells her, just relax, just ease into it. Nice and slow, there is no need to rush.
So she begins to move, under his guidance, sliding him inside of her, sinking down, very carefully - lips parted, her breath shaky as she looks between his face and between their legs, torn between the two sights. Another groan, his head is inside of her and there is that ache that she is growing to love. "Oh, daddy, oh, it's good, you feel so fucking good."
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Date: 2012-07-29 11:36 pm (UTC)Not enough to make her stop, but there is a fear that it will hurt severely and that she won't do it right and he will be disappointed in her. Maybe she should have done this with someone before so she could be better for him. The last thing in the world she wants to do is disappoint him.
He is so kind though, he wouldn't be disappointed in her, would he?
He pulls her and he kisses her, caressing and encouraging and she takes her place over top of him, moving as he dictates and sighs against his mouth as she continues to stroke him, to let her hand explore and get used to the size and feel of him, the noise that he makes when he is pleased. The more action she gives herself over to the less thought that she has for the fear and uncertainty. It will be like before, nervous at first and then, when she gives it, it will be the best feeling, the best experience.
His fingers. She groans and shudders, her hip being lead forward by his finger, pulling her where he wants her, and she opens her eyes to look at him, once again falling into the trance of pleasure and feeling instead of thought and anxiety. Her breath is shaky, she breathes in and lets it out slowly like he tells her, just relax, just ease into it. Nice and slow, there is no need to rush.
So she begins to move, under his guidance, sliding him inside of her, sinking down, very carefully - lips parted, her breath shaky as she looks between his face and between their legs, torn between the two sights. Another groan, his head is inside of her and there is that ache that she is growing to love. "Oh, daddy, oh, it's good, you feel so fucking good."