Wrong idea

Ryan's POV

My hands stroked the side of her hair so gently as a smile cascaded my face. I watched her chest heaved gently before she nudged into my arms, seeking comfort in it.

I knew perhaps she was sore, but I just couldn't get enough of it. When she had given me the go ahead this morning for me to touch her, I had lost it. I never thought that she would do such a thing. Not at all.

“ Hmm” a groan left her lips as she leaned closer, her hands on my chest. I pushed closer, planting kisses all over her face, her eyes fluttered open before it pushed shut.

I pushed myself off the bed, trying to walk to the kitchen when she moaned, all of my senses heightened as she sat upright. “Where are you going?”

I couldn't resist giving her an answer especially with how she looked right now. I was tempted to go at it all over again, but I knew that it would be too much for her to handle.

She was supposed to be treated as the gentle one that she was.

“I want to make you something real quick.