Chapter Fifteen
“I’mafraid to say yes. I know touching leads to other things.”
“What things?”
“Sex.”
“All of my brothers who have found females say there is nothing more pleasing than the feel of their female’s pussy clenching around their cocks. I hope to feel that someday too. But not tonight. I know you need more time. I only want to hold you in my arms while I sleep and wake up with you still there.”
My heart gave a lurch at his sweetness. When he’d said touch, I’d thought he’d meant petting.
“You should have said you wanted to hold me,” I said, moving closer and setting my head on his shoulder. “Touching and holding are two different things.”
“May I hold you?”
“Yes.”
He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled the back of my head, neck, and shoulder, inhaling deeply as he moved. My skin prickled, and I shivered at the sensation. It reminded me of way back in the day when sex had briefly been enjoyable.
“You smell good,” he murmured, continuing to nuzzle and inhale.
He moved us more until we were spooning, and I did my best to ignore the erection pressing against my backside. His hand smoothed down my arm and back up again. But nothing he did felt like he was trying to start something. He truly was reveling in the simple act of holding me.
“We don’t know each other well, Azio. That’s going to lead to more misunderstandings in the future unless we can figure out a way to be more open and honest with each other.” I took his hand in mine, gently tracing the fingers as he held still for me. “I think my previous marriage failed because we didn’t respect each other’s thoughts and feelings.”
“Explain,” he said. It wasn’t commanding exactly, but the firmness in the word made me smile.
“For example, when Wayne would approach me for sex and I would tell him I wasn’t interested, he would become angry and say things to try to make me feel guilty about the refusal instead of trying to understand why I was refusing.”
“I promise to always ask why and try to help resolve whatever is preventing me from sinking my cock into your pussy.”
I froze, and his low chuckle rumbled behind me.
“Too open and honest?” Humor laced his words.
I knew hiding from what he was really thinking wouldn’t help either of us, but I needed to be honest too.
“Yes, that was startlingly open and honest. But if that’s what you’re really thinking, then I wanted to hear it. Closing down or doing things that might make you feel like I’m not interested in hearing what you have to say will only frustrate you.”
“I will always be interested in hearing what you have to say, and I will not be angry if you do not want sex with me. I like holding you too.”
He was racking up some serious sweetness points here.
I relaxed and started playing with his fingers again.
“I’m glad. I like this too. But you weren’t kidding about the helping me want sex part, were you?”
“No.” He brushed his lips against my shoulder.
“Okay. You already know that I’m not that interested in sex, in general, right? I’ll do whatever it takes to have a family, but I’m not sure I’ll ever be the type to do it for fun again.”
He turned his hand and started exploring my fingers in return.
“Again? Did you have sex for fun at one time?”
“A very long time ago.”
“What changed?”