He stops. "I don't want to hurt you." There's something similar to fear in his eyes.
"I want you to." I smile in an attempt to show him I'm not afraid of him.
"I haven't been with anyone in a long time. I like things really rough. If I don't keep it slow, you could end up with bruises from the neck down."
"I'm willing to take that chance."
Pushing up, he tries to pull away. "I'm not."
Grabbing his arms, I plead with him, "Mason, look." I don't really know how to explain what I'm feeling. He mistakes my hesitation for indecision. "Listen, please. I've never attempted to put this into words, and honestly, I've never trusted anyone enough to try-so bear with me."
Nodding, he lowers his body back to mine, and I notice he gently moves inside me, likely in an attempt to stay hard. I take a
