Normal With You

Chapter 28

i like my body when it is with your

body. It is so quite a new thing.

Muscles better and nerves more.

i like your body. i like what it does.

i like its hows. i like to feel the spine

of your body and its bones, and the

firm smooth ness and which

i will again and again and again

kiss, I like kissing this and that of you...

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"Why are you scared to touch me?" Leena asked, planting her knees on either side of his lap, watching him read the book he had picked up.

"What do you mean?" He asked, placing his book down gently as she leaned forward, towering over him.

She shifted her leg, pressing the sides of her knees into his thighs, "You're always hesitant to touch me and when you do, I barely even feel your hand over me."

He stared at her pensively as he thought about her words. He couldn't touch her because he was scared of hurting her. He heard his mother beg his father to stop. He would hear her groans of pain coming from their room late at night and he could still hear the sickening sound of flesh against flesh as his father tore his mother apart before his eyes. He was scared that she would ask him to stop- she would beg him to stop and he wouldn't. How could he touch her when he never knew how a man should touch a woman. He was only ever witness to his father's heavy hands and he would only ever see his mother scrabble and scratch at his clothing when he kissed her, tightening his hand around her throat as if to suffocate her.

He just didn't know how to. "I don't want to hurt you."

She looked down at him, smoothing the creases in his forehead with the pad of her thumb. "Hurting someone doesn't come from here." She smiled softly, taking his hand in her own and giving them a gentle squeeze. "It comes from here," She pointed to his chest, tapping her fingertip against his covered skin. "Your hands can't work on their own Riaz. It needs to be told what to do and only if you tell them to hurt me..." She dropped herself slowly onto his lap, kissing him softly. "Only men who have evil and darkness in their hearts will allow themselves to hurt a woman and you don't have that in you."

"How do you know?"

"I know you." She guided his hands to rest on her knees, pressing her palms firmly over his knuckles. "You can touch me and not hurt me..." She moved his hand along the soft skin of her thighs, over the hard denim of her shorts. "Let me show you?"

She asked moving his hand over the bones of her hips, pressing his fingers into her skin. "Please, let me show you?" Her eyes glowed under the dim lights overhead as she kissed him gently, brushing her lips against his own over and over again.

He could feel the indent of her belly button as their hands travelled slowly beneath the thin cotton of her pink shirt before grazing softly over her ribs. "Please?" She asked again and again through hazy kisses and closed eyes.

He nodded his consent, kissing her carefully as if she were made of stained, delicate glass. He could feel her breath against his own, and he could smell the delicate floral scent imprinted in her skin as she pressed herself against him, trapping their hands between their bodies. He leaned forward, allowing himself to explore the fine goosebumps that had erupted all over her skin as their fingers nudged the soft lace of her bra...