Their eyes locked and Dara's breath caught in his throat. There was fire in her gaze, as powerful now as when they were children. Once again she hovered over him, slow and controlled. He felt a blush rise to his cheeks as he closed his eyes and let her mouth meet his, gently persuasive. He let himself dissolve into her arms as she coaxed his mouth open to admit her tongue. She swirled it around his own, running it slowly along his bottom lip and sending shivers down his spine. He raised his fingers to the back of her neck and tousled her hair, pulled her closer.
He moved like a virgin, Emily thought. Uncertain but with no control. He had told her there had been nobody else in the five years since she had seen him last and she believed him. She put a hand on each of his shoulders and firmly pressed him back into the pillows. She pulled away from his mouth and his eyes met hers again.
"Before I do this," she said firmly, "I need to let you know that I can't let you return the favour and check that it's ok with you."
"What do you mean?"
"The last time I did this with someone, they consented under the impression that they could do it back. When it turned out I couldn't let them, they were no longer comfortable and regretted the whole thing. I don't want to ever make anyone feel that way again." she looked dead serious.
"I'm disappointed I can't give you any thanks, but I'm still ok with this." he reassured, feeling privileged that she should do this with him at all.
Satisfied, she sank back into the kiss, now moving her hands through his hair and down his back. His skin tingled under her gentle touch and his dick strained against the fabric of his tracksuit bottoms.
