"Okay." My response is barely audible.
He eases off me and nudges me to roll onto my side, my back towards him. I do so, unmoving as he wraps one arm beneath my neck and the other around my midsection. One of his legs drapes over mine, and he pulls me into his body. His erection is hard against my backside, and I shift against him.
"Stop," he hisses. "I'm trying to be honorable."
I relax, tension flowing out of my body. I don't think it's possible to sleep when I'm so turned on. My trembling stops in his embrace, and he holds me silently. Safely tucked in his arms, the hollow pain fades and is replaced by warmth. It feels a little too natural being in his arms and a whole lot scary to be lowering my guard the way I have tonight.
As good as fucking would've been, I start to think this is better, in a different way. With his broad chest at my back and thick arms and leg around me, my body melts in his strength and warmth in a deeper relaxation than I've ever experienced before. Comfortable, protected, home.
I like this way too much to be normal.