"I can't last with you, Jo."
"Wait -- let me up." Jo crawled up on the bed, lay flat face down, looked hungrily back at him over her shoulder, and grinning, commanded, "come back in -- this will be a new sensation for both of us."
His blush widened her grin, and he climbed onto her. As he entered her ass again, there was the new sensation of the softness of her cheeks, pushed together by her face down position, then the familiar tightness of her ass. They were both moaning. He knew he wouldn't last long, so jamming a hand under her he massaged her clit, and they both exploded again and again.
They lay connected for what seemed like ages, until finally he slipped out as he shrank. Chris stroked her hair and kissed her cheek.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too."
Chris was pole-axed. He really hadn't expected such a positive statement from this stunning girl so soon. She had been so careful to tell him that she would need time, and here was an outright declaration. His heart soared, and he cautioned himself to take it slow. Don't frighten her off.
"You are the most beautiful sexiest woman I've ever seen."
She grinned. "Liar. Unless of course you don't watch any films."
"Ah, but you're not celluloid, you're real warm flesh and blood, and incredibly alluring. I've never been so turned on in my life. I feel like Christmas, birthday and heaven all arrived on the same day. In fact, I feel as if an international film star suddenly came into my life."
"Whoa, I'm no film star. Don't put me on a pedestal. I have bad hair days, and I can be as grumpy as the next person. But you," she grinned wickedly, "you're just a dirty old man." Jo laughed out loud when he blushed right on cue.
"Come on, let's go and eat." Chris changed the subject and slid off the bed to dress.
"Come on lazybones." He chivvied when he was nearly ready.
Jo was thinking about what had made her declare her love so openly after such a long time of avoiding any kind of commitment. He was amazing to have sex with. There was no doubt about that. They sparked each other off to such an extent she didn't think any other partner had ever made her come so hard or so often. But that was only part of it.
She thought it was his shyness, perhaps. Or the way he did the most erotic things, but blushed at the slightest comment. Perhaps shared interests, or enjoying conversation? Or the combination of not only gentle and caring, but also robust. A mystery, but she only knew that there was something about him that seemed to wash away her fear of commitment and drew her to him as an equal.
Would she marry him? Whoa. Slow down. Changing her outlook and her determination to remain single and enjoy life after a couple of days. She'd be thinking about having children with him next. Her eyes widened and she shook herself. Best not think of any of that for a bit, and she jumped up to get dressed, realising that he was chivvying her.
Chris watched her eyes widen. Not pure fear he thought, but a tinge of it, and confusion. When she leapt off the bed, thinking became difficult, as she was still naked. Watching her wandering round the room gradually clothing her body made him groan again. She grinned impishly at him and brushed his crotch with her hand as she passed to get her hairbrush.
"Stiff after a day's firing?" she laughed.
He went up behind her and gently took the brush out of her hand.
"Let me brush the tangles out for you. I know how lovely it is after you washed my hair in the shower."
After he got into a rhythm with the brush strokes, he asked gently, "What's confusing you and frightening you a little?"
She started, her eyes flew open and looked up at him in the mirror, widening perceptibly.
"How did you know?"
"Like my blushes, your face reflected your thoughts. I'm not prying if you don't want to say. I just thought it might help, and I don't like seeing you unhappy."
He didn't falter with the brush strokes of her hair, his concern evident on his face. How could she not like this man? He cared for her physically and mentally. Cared how she felt. Cared what she thought. Cared that she was comfortable. She'd always been direct, and this was no exception.
"I was shocked that I'd said 'I love you'. It's so alien to my outlook, which was to remain single and enjoy life. All my life I've shied away from commitment, and saying that after knowing you for two days blew my mind. Then I was trying to work out why. And ..." she tailed off, not willing to reveal that the thought of children had passed through her mind.
He smiled at her in the mirror, and continued brushing. Her hair didn't really need any more brushing, but she realised he was continuing to make it easier for her to talk.
"I think it's all moving too fast for me. My emotions are ahead of my brain. Like I said, I just need time to get used to such a huge change."
"Jo, I don't care how much time you need. The last thing I want is for you to bail out because you feel I'm pushing. In a sense this is hard for me too. My hurt gives me difficult emotions to overcome too. I will wait for you for ever, and I'll do it close to you or from afar, whatever gives me the best chance."
Jo felt her eyes welling up as she saw the implications of what Chris was offering. He loved her so much he was prepared not to see her while she came to terms with herself. But she realised that she didn't want that. She wanted to work through it with him in her life.
Chris saw the change in her face as she reached a decision. For the first time his hand faltered with the brush. He couldn't bear to hear what she was going to say, he was so sure it was the end for him.
"Chris, I want to do this with you beside me, not on my own." Her voice had a wondering quality to it. "It goes against all my previous experience and my aims, but I do know that I wouldn't be true to my present feelings if I didn't try."
Chris' hand stopped in mid-stroke. He could scarcely believe what he thought he had heard.
"You want me to be around?" he asked tentatively.
"Yes, you dork." Jo laughed, and leant back for a kiss.
"Oh God, I thought it was the end." A tear ran down his face as he kissed her.
"I think that's why I love him." Jo thought as she tasted the salt of his tear. "He doesn't presume. He's emotional. And he really would do what I asked without complaint because he cares about me."
"I love you Chris."
