I sensed it again. Fear. Was Marc afraid of something. Seconds ago, he wanted to claim me and now he stood there, looking at me with confusion and fear in his eyes. Maybe I was reading too much into it. But in those moments it felt like I needed to go on. I hadn't desried anyone in my life until that moment.
I stretched my arms and placed them on his back pushing until he was against the wall. He is incredibly strong. He stayed in his place against the wall as I turned away from him, knowing far too well that he regretted his actions yet again and wanted us to stop.
I turned the water off and was leaving the shower when my grabbed me, turning me towards him, kissing me. I didn't want to let go of this feeling. This burning desire in me. He wrapped my legs around me and threw my arms on his shoulder as he carried me to my bed.
I looked at his, for the first time without a rush. It is beautiful. I kiss him. His eyes pull me in as he carried us to the bed. At this point, I could only hope he desires me as much as I did him.
Loweing his wet body on mine, he continued to kiss me. He was on top of me now. I opened my legs a little so he could lower himself more, I wanted to feel his weight. He seemed to be getting more passionate with each passing second. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. But I could feel his strength as he held my arms on top of my head, his eyes asking for persmission. He seemed to be holding back. That look of fear was back in his eyes. Was he afraid I'd say no? Was he afraid of hurting me. Did he care about me romantically? I was battling with the questions in my head as he continued to look at me, demanding an answer.