"Not with me." She answered questioningly. "But I need to be sure that you know what door you're opening and that you are going to be okay with it." She searched his face again. "No matter what 'IT' is."
"We've talked this out already," he replied uncertainly.
"I know, but I need to hear it again; for certain." She waited. "Considering all the possibilities. Considering what COULD happen, not just what you THINK will happen." She glimpsed a flash of concern cross his face, and then watched as his mouth turned to the side, and he bit the inside of his lip, his telltale pensive look. She reached out and took his hand, held it between hers, clasping his strong, confident digits inside the cocoon of her delicate fingers. "Honey, I need to be sure that you'll be okay, that WE will be okay if we do this."
"You know I love you, Karen," he told her, and her heart leaped, as it always did when he said it. His voice was genuine; endearing, and she warmed at the thought.
"I know you do, honey, and I love you, too," she said softly. "And I don't ever want anything to get in the way of that." She pulled lightly on his hand and his shoulder followed, and he leaned on to kiss her, softly. It was the kiss she wanted, not a hot, passionate kiss; there would be plenty of those later, regardless of whether they went inside or not. This was the one that told her she was his, and only his, and that he was hers alone. She released his hand and raised hers to his face, holding his head close to hers.
"I know you're excited; I'm excited too," she said. "But I need to know that when it's over you'll still be there for me, that we'll still be together, that nothing will change between us." She kissed his lips, feeling the softness of his mouth, tasting him, feeling the belligerent stubble on his chin. "If we go, there's no undoing it," she told him, and she watched his face intently, making sure the words were getting through, studying him to insure there was enough blood going to his brain. "We can't put the genie back in the bottle. Once it's out, it's out."
"I know that," he told her softly, and the look on his face told her that he understood. His hands moved to her shoulders. "I know," he repeated, looking into her eyes, making sure he connected with her; making sure she saw him, serious and intent. Her heart leapt at the connection, and her breath caught. He was so handsome, so caring and loving, and he was hers, beyond all reason, and he was letting her go. "No matter what, I love you. I know that I can be a little ... simplistic sometimes," he said slowly. She watched him choose his words. "But you want this. WE want this. And I understand that it may go ... beyond. Beyond what I think might happen." His eyes darted back and forth between hers; they were so close he couldn't look into both.
"It could go far beyond," she added. "You might see me do things." She felt a little rush at the idea. "Things you haven't imagined." Between her legs her body, already aroused, reacted to the possibilities of the evening. "This isn't just fantasy now, sweetie; it's not just us in bed, telling each other how hot we are. This will be for real." She felt another surge between her legs, and her scent rose between them, defeating the sweet fragrance of the evening air. "God," she confessed, "just talking about it is making me wet. I can smell myself," she chortled.
"I'm hard as a rock," he confessed.
"Will you still be hard for me after?" she asked, and she parted her legs slightly, forcing the skirt to ride up her slender, strong thighs. "Will you still want this?" She dropped a hand to her lap, slipping it under her skirt to her pantyless shaved sex. "Will this still excite you after? Do you understand what could happen if I start? How much I might like it? How far I might go?" Her voice caught a little, from her excitement, not from fear. She was concerned only about two things; that he might want to back out but would let her go anyway, and that he would stop her, now, that she was so excited and ready.
