His hands travel over her toned thighs he knew were just under the coarse fabric of her coveralls, noting just how distracting it was to be holding it instead of her. He’s mindlessly still hypnotized by her rhythmic, needy waves rocking more insistently onto his member while his lips lock with hers at the edge of their bed. His hands still knead into her body wanting more of her exposed to him, but this is beautiful in it’s own right too.
Kayla accepted him. She accepted what he said, what he wanted. What had happened was in the process of healing and while a scar would be left reminding him of the first true time the two of them couldn’t listen to the other, he knew there would be more. Life could be strangely beautiful like that. He expected more learning, more loving, and was more tha
