I pulled away, shutting off the intensity instantly. He asked me if I was okay. He knew I had a past, I don't think he realized how fucked up it had made me. He didn't understand my world. It was safer that way.
When I pulled away he ran his hand up my side, feeling the soft skin, tracing the alternating curves and hard bone underneath. His fingers ran lightly, I could barely feel any pressure. I pushed his hand against my breast.
His hand, so rough skinned and large, so different from my hands. It was strange to feel small around someone.
I saw him admire my body, the length of my legs, the curve of my hip, the softness on my lower belly. I loved feeling the power my body gave me over him. This tall, muscular man was completely at my mercy.
Then he looked into my eyes and held my hand.
That scared the shit out of me.
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