/ DISCOVERY /

Tangled on the couch, I still feel lightheaded.

I still feel him too, hard.

Steel hard.

He picks up my change in breathing and his eyes focus on me.

His hair tosled, eyes boring into mine. Questioning.

This is the time I would chew my finger nails, but I can't find the strength to move them.

"did...I hurt you?"

He's concerned, sweet.

"I'm okay...you're still hard"

He looks tormented for a split second " I.. wanted to.."

"Wanted what?" I ask him. Not getting what he's saying.

"I wanted to hurt you...I still do" he tells me plainly, still looking at me.

He's back to confusing. This is when he sends me running.

Not that I could.

I'm naked on a couch with this man still deep inside me.

He won't hurt me

I know he won't.

"Why?"

I ask him, absently touching his dark curls. I need to understand him.

His eyes widen. I don't think he liked my question, or maybe me touching him.

In a split second he gets off me, I wince from his fast action.