Abi didn't watch straight away. Instead, she let her gaze flicker between the image on the screen and her boyfriend, a little anxious to see what he thought about it. "You're so handsome," she muttered into his taut neck, hoping to relax them both and cut the tension. "You know how much I love your damn face?" Her eyes flicked back to the screen. "Just look. You're a fucking man, how a man should be; strong, caring, sweet, selfless. Mine."
Leaning up against him with his arm around her shoulders, Abi pressed her palm into his thigh lightly, remembering how it had felt for them that time. Him letting go and giving her some leeway with the control. Of course, he made her pay for it later and she hadn't quite forgotten the ache of it. She'd let him punish her as much as he wanted if she got to see him lose control comfortably. They took good baby steps together.
Getting up the courage to look at her own naked body, she wasn't completely repulsed. A little weight around her stomach and thighs but she wasn't too bad. Her body hadn't always been exactly right but it was hers and he seemed to enjoy it.