Waking in the darkness, I pressed my hand against the inside of my thigh, wishing it were leaner.
"Why do you touch yourself when I may not?" he growled in my ear, yanking my hand away.
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. I...," I gasped.
My senses reeling, his lips wandered, as I gathered my breath, blood racing, leaving me incapable of a second's thought. His hands gathered me up, as my arms circled up to his neck, pulling him closer.
"How can you do this to me? I take care of you, keep you safe, give you as much of myself as I can, yet it's never enough, is it? You torture me--your scent, your desires--do you think I don't know them?" he paused, my chin in his hand, giving me a chance to catch up. I could feel the heat of his glare.
"Beloved, sex was the last thing on my mind; I was just wishing there wasn't so much of me," as my cheeks burned my discomfort. "I love you, you know I do," I trailed off as he kissed away my preoccupation.
I reached out to him, caressed his cheek with my curled fingers.
He took my hand in his, bent his head and kissed each finger, bringing back my shudders.
"I'm sorry, I was watching you sleeping, so peacefully, wishing for more," he murmured between kisses.
"Why don't we try for more? Just a little at a time, please?" my mind racing, my heart pounding. "It would help, wouldn't it, at least it wouldn't hurt so much, right?"