His hands stopped at my waist for a second before he slowly tortuously traced his fingers down my legs bringing the pants down, I was shivering and shaking, his touch had made me moan, he chuckled into the kiss and completely discarded my jeans, which landed on the floor with a thud. I was never self conscious, I wasn’t but right now I felt as if I wasn’t good enough and that made the movement of our lips came to a end as I looked at him with some sort of insecurity. His eyes held concern before he leaned down to wipe away something on my cheek, a tear. "Love, we wont do this, I wont if you don’t want me to, I love you, shh...don't cry." I read about kissing the tears away but when he did it I realised how that gesture could make my heart do flips and somersaults.
I held back my tea
