When I felt that his body has relaxed a bit to my touch, I stopped the sensual kiss and at the same time, I removed both my hands from where they were playing and simply hugged his waist tight in the same spoon position we woke up in. With a voice with a hint of panic he asked, "Why... I'm- I'm fine... You can do what you want with me..." When I heard this outright permission, I buried my face on the crook of his neck and mumbled, "During these situations, you should be stopping me. I'm trying to keep the last strand of my self-control right now." Instead of agreeing with me, he held my hands and then guided them to other parts of his body. He guided my left hand to his chest and then my right hand to his rod. He then said, "You can rough me up in bed. I won't mind. I gave my permission before and I don't have plans of ever taking it back."