Stay out of it

She broke the kiss and he sighed in return at her promise, opening his eyes to look at her rather seriously. "I want to support you, I'm not a control freak," he said in an apologetic tone. He wasn't looking to constrain her or tell her what to do. No, he liked her because she seemed to have a mind of her own and perhaps even an idea as to what she wanted to do. He leaned in, kissing her again, lingering against her lips as he just couldn't handle being the vulnerable right now without knowing she was right here with him. He had seen her dead. He had held her lifeless body in his arms and he had felt the guilt consume him. And yet here she was so clearly alive in front of him. "I love you," he muttered against her lips, his hands reaching down to grasp lightly at her hips, pressing her closer, "but I just don't want to risk more than I can handle."

“You are a little bit. But I do like it. It shows that you care.” She remarked, even if he would deny it. She wasnt really blind to how he mostly remained in control of most things in his life. Like her safety. It wasnt necessarily bad in her eyes. She found it better that he cared over someone who wouldnt give two shits about what she did or didnt do. He kissed her again and she kissed him back, smiling softly against his lips. “It’s okay baby.” She whispered in a soft coo, lifting her hands to place on the sides of his head.
The mutter made soft butterflies run down her spine. How could he say it so wholeheartedly? She moved her hands down to realize that they were both pretty much half naked. “I dont want to put stress on you.” She whispered, grabbing a little softly at his skin, feeling how soft and yet firm his skin was. “I’ll focus on school. Then I’ll have my evenings free for you.”

He really did care, and while he was a control freak to certain aspects, he didn't want to actively control her. At least not in the sense of being a toxic boyfriend, though he would probably come off as that regardless of what he did. As long as she knew he did it out of love, then it wouldn't be too bad.
As she grabbed at his skin he seemed to realize how close they had gotten, and how little clothes they were wearing. She assured him, and it felt good, it felt safe. Her last remark made him smile, pushing her back towards the bed, but keeping close. "Every evening?" he muttered in a soft tease, his lips pulling up in a boyish smile, his fingertips digging into her soft flesh. "Are you sure you wouldn't get bored of me?"

She was pushed towards the bed and she didnt mind at all. The muttering tease made her hum. Yep, every night. His fingers on her skin made her blush a little. It was a really good feeling. “Bored of you? Bored of Rhys Kaine? You’ve got to be joking.” She chuckled before she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m still here arent I?” She pointed out. She didnt think he could bore her. He was too good at keeping her busy. In every way he could it seemed. “I’m the boring one anyway. I should be the one who’s worried and I’m not. I guess we’ll see if that’s my mistake or not.”

Rhys chuckled, loving how she could tease him just right, turning his mood around even if he had just been a complete downer. He scoffed at the notion that she was the boring one, "you are far from boring," he muttered, helping her down on the bed, moving over her, kissing her neck, smiling against her skin. His kisses moved up to her ear, "if you had heard how wonderfully you moaned, you wouldn't think you're boring," his voice low and with a slight rasp to it. He kissed her on that sweet spot beneath her ear, chuckling happily against her skin, running his hands down along her sides. Grasping at her skin he felt needy, but that need seemed to stop as he heard someone in the door. He hadn't realized that the shower had stopped some time ago, turning his head to look at Jason who looked better than he had earlier. "There's food in the fridge for you," Rhys just said, returning to tend to Emily's neck.

Jason seemed to at least respect their privacy just a little bit as he seemed to move on. The chuckle made him grit his teeth. Why did she have to be so inviting? "I'm not worried you'll cry," he admitted, leaning away to look at her as she pressed closer. He greeted her needy behaviour, his hips bucking gently against her where she no doubt could feel how turned on he truly was. "I just like the taste of your skin," he admitted, smiling as he leaned down to lick her lips, humming softly. "I guess I'm perverted for that, huh?" He muttered, nuzzling their noses together before he got off of her.
He went to the door, listening for a little bit before he closed the door. He turned to Emily, looking at her if she was still on the bed. "I know we talked about taking it slow," he said, wanting them to have a conversation before things moved too far. He moved over, sitting down on the bed, facing her as he reached out, caressing her thigh. "I get the feeling that you might be ready to take it a step further, or am I misreading the situation?"

She actually wanted this? Somehow in his mind he had never seen himself as a person you wanted to be close to, but she seemed to go against every belief he had ever held about himself. Her finger across his chest made him grit his teeth a little. If only she knew how she could drive him crazy just by doing that. He looked at her, reaching up to catch the hand of the finger if it was still touching his chest. He wasn't rough, rather gentle as he lifted her hand, kissing it softly, almost to thank it. He had been silent while she talked. But now he felt like he needed to say something. "You got protection?" He asked. Mostly because he had this inner fear of knocking someone up with a monster like himself. He had killed his mother in birthing him, he wouldn't pur anyone through that, let alone the woman he loved so much. He didn't even think about the logistics of her being dead, but he had also seen enough of this world to not trust what you thought made sense.

Rhys watched her as she got up to check, hearing her mutter just fine, but he didn't comment on it. To him she was beautiful, and he thought that everyone could see that. However it was perhaps also easy for him to find the beauty within when he had been judged so much in his life. She moved over, sitting down on his lap, he groaned softly at her innocent question as for a moment he thought she was playing games with him. However then he noticed how serious she was, and he hummed, moving down to grab her by her hips, rolling them softly to meet his groin. "I guess we'll find an excuse to use them," he said quite sweetly.
His head moved up, lips greeting hers in a more sensual kiss than before. He wanted her to fell loved but also lusted after. She was so attractive to him, and he wanted her to feel that. He moaned softly into her mouth, not afraid of being vocal to show her how good it felt. No it would've been stupid to play it cool now. "Promise you'll tell me if I'm too rough, right?" He asked, because the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.

How she whispered his name made him shiver in delight, hearing her mutter against his ear made him grasp a little more at her. "I love you too," he whispered in return. He buried his face in the nape of her neck, kissing her, biting her a little, but not enough to hurt or break her skin. "And I want you," he moaned, moving her off of him to rid himself of his pants. He didn't want to feel the tight fabric hold him captive any longer. Leaning over her he kissed her, moving his kisses down her neck, moving her bra strap down, kissing down over her shoulder. "Can I take this off of you?" He whispered against her skin.

Removing her bra, he felt his breath hiccup a bit from seeing her. He however waisted no time, reaching a hand down to cup her breast. "Is there really any part of you that isn't perfect?" He muttered, gently guiding her back on the bed, crawling over her as he kissed along her free breast he wasn't gently touching.
His lip hooked to her nipple, licking and sucking the delicate skin. Meanwhile his hand moved from her chest and down between her legs. He helped her out of her remaining clothes with her consent before stripping down himself as well. He was tender in his touch and eager to please. His fingers moving down between her legs, just teasing her lightly. "What do you like?" He asked softly as his mouth released her nipple. If she had some sort of preference then he would gladly do that.

When he rubbed her? He smirked, his hand moving down, spreading her nether lips. "Like this, baby?" He muttered sweetly, feeling how turned on she already was made him groan, dragging her wetness around and up around her delicate pearl. He was tender still, just testing out what made her react more strongly. "I like it when you moan," he said, though it wasn't really something that wasn't obvious. He reacted so strongly to her being vocal, that was for sure. His lips travelled across her upper chest, his fingers moving listening to her if there was something more that she liked better. "Will you let me use my mouth?" He asked, his breath caught in his chest as he felt rather turned on, and it wasn't like he could hide it any longer. "I would love to have you sit on my face," he admitted.

He nodded at her first question, because he wasn't to go back on his statement, however her follow-up question made him frown. "Why would I find it disgusting or weird?" He scoffed, unsure what made her think that. Had he said something? Maybe hinted at something? He couldn't really recall ever saying something negative about her. However the look in her eyes said it all. It had been past experiences. "Emily, nothing about you is disgusting or weird to me," he said in a very serious manner, "in fact .." He drew out his words, his fingers finding a soft rhythm her body seemed to like as he caressed her little bell that was hard from excitement. He leaned down to her ear, pressing his lips to her, "I want nothing more than to taste all of you .. hear you give in to my tongue," he whispered in a hasty breath, moaning softly at the thought, "in fact, if you think I'm doing a bad job, I want you to make me keep going until I make you get off." He leaned away, his fingers dragging along her folds, his fingers drenched as he held them up to her. Spreading his fingers, her juices stretched, and without hesitation he placed his fingers between his lips, sucking them clean. He sighed softly, smiling at her, "you taste amazing, babe, if I could live off of you, I would."

Seeing how she reacted made him feel good as it let him know that he could make her feel reassured. To him she was the best person ever to have happened to him, and he wanted to be sure she was treated as such. He was asked to lie down and he gladly obliged, as it had been his idea anyways. Noticing how she was touching him, his eyes softened up. He could see the wheels churning in her head, and he reached a hand up to cup her face. "I know that look," he whispered softly, "but you do not owe me to repay anything before I've made you cum, alright?" He smiled. What would be the fun in it if he was the only one to get off.
She could choose to sit whichever way she was most comfortable with, but he would still wrap his arms around her thighs, pressing him down on his face where his lips greeted her nether once. A muffled moan was heard from his, his voice vibrating against her sex as he took the time to simply kiss her around. His warm tongue moved over her slick lips, not afraid to be vocal in how he was enjoying her taste. She was sweet and warm and wet, and how he wished he had gotten to taste her sooner.
Separating her lips with his tongue, he wasn't afraid of pressing his whole face to her. His nose nuzzling her bell gently as he sampled her juices directly from the source. Soon enough his lips moved up to tend to the most neglected part of the female anatomy. Why guys could never find it was a mystery to him, because it was just basic biology. Besides he being so turned on made it easy to locate with a flat tongue. Licking, sucking, swirling his way around the small bead he hummed in delight. His fingers digging into her thighs as he was so clearly into it. Being almost suffocated by her made him lightheaded, but it didn't deter him from his mission. He would have her cum by his mouth alone before even thinking about introducing his fingers.

Her begging and pleas were heard, focusing on where it had made her react so strongly. His tongue was eager, slick from the mixture of her juices and his saliva as he moaned against her sex. The way she looked at him, reaching down to grab onto his hair; he simply knew that even the best actress couldn't fake that. He felt almost high, only taking shallow breaths through his nose, but otherwise completely comitted to her pleasure.
He was actually quite surprised at how fast she gave in, but he could also feel she wasn't even fighting it. It was a very nice feeling for him, one he was sure he hadn't ever felt with a woman. He could feel how wet she got, smiling a little proudly against her lower lips, flattening his tongue to help her ride out the high and return to him quite safely.
His grip loosened a bit, letting himself breathe, his lips, nose and chin covered in her cum. As he licked his lips he chuckled if she tried to move, "I'm not done with you yet, princess," he muttered, one hand releasing her thigh as his fingers snaked between them. They greeted her treasure, digging a digit into her wet hole, groaning at how relaxed and wet she was for him. "Fuck you're so hot," he muttered, littering small kisses all over her thighs as one finger turned to two inside of her, pressing against the sweetspot he knew she had. His mouth returned to her pearl, suckling and licking it to a more fitting tempo, matching his fingers quite nicely.

Fuck this was so hot. But most of all rewarding. Feeling how she could barely contain herself, giving herself over to the pleasure he could provide her with. He felt almost high on her pheromones, not giving up until she would crumble for a second time - he had a lot of things to make up for. If she had ever been shamed about wanting this, he wanted to delete that shame and replace it with the pure pleasure she felt right now.
Hearing her moan his name, or at least try to, made his stomach rush with a fluttering feeling. As if a thousand butterflies were swarming inside of him. He gasped softly against her, groaning as he returned to please her, letting his tongue care for her like she had probably never been cared for. Hand it over, he thought as his tongue moved slickly against her bell, give me your release.