"You have ointment for me though, don't you?" I asked in a sweet voice.
"Yeah," he replied softly. "I'll put it on after you shower."
I cupped the side of Kieran's face and waited for those emerald eyes to find mine.
"I loved every little bit of last night. Even if you did push my limits," I told him, my voice gentle but stern. "You always make me feel amazing, Kieran, and you always think about me. Even when you lose control. Plus, you always take care of me afterward. I always know that I'm safe with you."
Kieran finally smiled, the guilt melting away. I internally patted myself on the back for succeeding in making him feel better. How am I ever supposed to get him to do more if he constantly feels bad?
Wait, is there even more for us to do? How far am I willing to go? Do I even fre
