That's one of the problems. Gerard does like seeing her naked. Too much. But he can't help it; even in this moment he can feel the warmth of her wrapped around him, thrusting down on him.
The color in his ears rushes to his face. He nods quickly in acknowledgement of her interest in his company. He would like that too. But then a silence hangs as he looks for the words. When he finds them, they're soft and laced with embarrassment.
"I didn't mean to...I mean--it's just--" He understands he's terrible at this. Gerard manages a small shrug as he stares at the floor between them.
"You're just the first woman I've...been with." He hadn't had the whole of the act, admittedly, but plenty to understand the rush and the bliss of being inside her.
If there's any doubt of the fondness of the memory, it can be quickly be banished with a glance downward. Curse this man and his inability to find appropriately-fitted trousers. Or at least some proper undergarments.
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The color in his ears rushes to his face. He nods quickly in acknowledgement of her interest in his company. He would like that too. But then a silence hangs as he looks for the words. When he finds them, they're soft and laced with embarrassment.
"I didn't mean to...I mean--it's just--" He understands he's terrible at this. Gerard manages a small shrug as he stares at the floor between them.
"You're just the first woman I've...been with." He hadn't had the whole of the act, admittedly, but plenty to understand the rush and the bliss of being inside her.
If there's any doubt of the fondness of the memory, it can be quickly be banished with a glance downward. Curse this man and his inability to find appropriately-fitted trousers. Or at least some proper undergarments.