[He tries to adjust his position, make things easier, and ends up with one knee up on the couch, effectively hovering over her like he doesn't know where else to place himself. He wants to stop her, pull her back up and ask what they're even trying to do. How this is supposed to help anything.
It's not supposed to help anything, he reminds himself. It's two desperate people who maybe loved each other once trying to find that again in the worst possible circumstance. He's trying to allow himself this, at the very least.
But the only thing he can think as she moves down his abdomen is that he doesn't deserve her at all. There's still a part of him that wants her to be angry--wants her to really let him have it, and it seems so unfair that she's doing this for him when he should be the one taking care of her (even if sex-as-apology is probably the worst thing he could do). Despite all of that, she's moving lower and lower until her hand is on his cock, mouth joining it not long after.
Perhaps a testament to how long it's been since he's allowed himself this close to another person, he can't stifle the sharp inhale as she closes her lips around him, sudden warmth and wetness almost overwhelming.]
Angela.
[He lets her continue, and though it's possible he might be implying a stop with the way he speaks her name, it lacks a certain degree of conviction, like he knows that anything he could say won't be enough.]
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It's not supposed to help anything, he reminds himself. It's two desperate people who maybe loved each other once trying to find that again in the worst possible circumstance. He's trying to allow himself this, at the very least.
But the only thing he can think as she moves down his abdomen is that he doesn't deserve her at all. There's still a part of him that wants her to be angry--wants her to really let him have it, and it seems so unfair that she's doing this for him when he should be the one taking care of her (even if sex-as-apology is probably the worst thing he could do). Despite all of that, she's moving lower and lower until her hand is on his cock, mouth joining it not long after.
Perhaps a testament to how long it's been since he's allowed himself this close to another person, he can't stifle the sharp inhale as she closes her lips around him, sudden warmth and wetness almost overwhelming.]
Angela.
[He lets her continue, and though it's possible he might be implying a stop with the way he speaks her name, it lacks a certain degree of conviction, like he knows that anything he could say won't be enough.]