You don't know what you are asking for

Miguel didn't react. He froze under me, with his mouth tightly shut, and his hands clenched.

“What's wrong with you?” I sat up on the bed, and the blanket gave way to the sheer nightgown I was putting on.

He swallowed as he tried not to look at my chest.

“You don't know what you are asking for, Jewel.” He sat up on the bed and faced me.

“Why? Do you still think I'm a kid?” I bit the bottom of my lips as I tried not to let my lower lips tremble.

I won't let him know how much his words affected me.

It would have been better if he rejected me out rightly. Using such a caring tone as he rejects me, makes me feel like the worst scum on Earth.

“No, that's not it.” He tried to touch me, but I moved back. “Should we start now, I don't guarantee that I will stop, even if you beg for me to do that?”

His words caused me to gasp.

And here I was thinking he didn't want to be intimate with me.

“Then, don't stop.” I leaned closer to him, “I don't ever want you to stop.” It's not like my cries bac