She trailed off when he kissed her, that gentleness, oh they shared it. Kisses, touches. But never during sex. Never as foreplay or anything like it. No they liked it rough, hot and heavy and dirty. This was new. But it was amazing, her head tilted to the side to give him more room to manover, the next word she had been about to utter now floundering on her lips. What had she been saying about rough?
He was gripping her waist, not tight like usual, but gently, firm but gentle. She gasped at the sensatin of the kisses. so very different.
"Take it slow. You want to take it slow" she confirmed hand reaching out to grip the one of his left free as he kissed along her neck, she didn't want to move anymore, didn't want to spoil anything he might be planning to do. They could do that, she'd have told him but speaking would ruin the sensations, She was sure of it.
So she tightened her grip of his hand instead. He was amazing. So amazing. And she was lucky. More than she had any right to be.