It Took The Death of Hope

Chapter 35 - Confidence.

The Following Night;
Seattle;
Corey Taylor...

Ash was gaining confidence every day and I was so fucking Goddamn proud of her for it. I'm not entirely sure that she even realises it, but everyone around us could see it and commented on it, only to me. We were all worried that if we told her - it would have her retreat back into herself. And that wasn't something that any of us wanted to see.

It has taken a long time to get to this point with her. I just wish she could see how fucking far she has come. I wish that she could have this sense of pride in herself.

Take tonight for example - with Dy and Charlie joining us on the road for a few days, we had all decided to come out for a few hours. And while she still remained covered - she had picked one of the sexiest outfits I have ever seen her in. Skin-tight black leather jeans, and a black off the shoulder mini dress. Thigh-high black leather stiletto boots; elongated her beautifully shaped legs. Her bare shoulder was the only piece of flesh on show; but she had this confidence about her that it didn't matter how much skin she was showing.

I don't remember a time when I have ever felt so Goddamn turned on. I wake up solid, go to sleep iron hard and it feels like I am constantly walking around with my cock at full fucking mast.

Since we had taken things a little further - she was gaining in confidence. The feeling of her hand wrapping around my smooth shaft was one that could bring me right to the very fucking edge. I don't know what is happening to me, or if it will ever stop but there is a massive part of me that just doesn't want it to end. I want to always feel this way about her. I want to always feel this intense connection that has grown deeper than either of us could have predicted.

"Thirsty?" I asked her.

"Not right now," her eyes gazed up at me. I swear it is like I can see the depth of adoration that she feels for me - and I can only hope that she can see the feeling returned in my eyes, "I would like to dance though?"

Nodding, I lead her through the herd of people towards the small dance floor just as I Remember You by Skid Row began to flow through the speakers.

Slipping my arms around her waist, she stepped close to my body as her hands slowly rolled up my arms until they were clasped behind my head. In time, as we always seemed to be - our bodies moved as one to the beat of the music. Resting her head against my chest - neither of us had to say a word, we were connected. We were on the same page and we most definitely knew that tonight was going to be the night.

"Core..."

"Yeah baby?"

"Is it weird that I am a little nervous about tonight?" she whispered against my ear and I swear to God - there had to be something cosmic going on here. We always seemed to be aware of what the other was thinking.

"Not at all baby. I think I would be more worried if you weren't nervous at all," I replied, pulling back a little and taking her beautiful face into my hands, "the important thing to remember is that this is all in your hands - we take it as slow, as fast or whatever other pace you want to set ok?"

"I-I...no pressure then?" she giggled nervously.

"Baby, listen if you aren't ready then we wait - it isn't a problem. If we get to a point where you want to stop - then we stop. It is all you baby ok?"

I don't ever want her to feel like she is being pressured into taking this to the next level. I am more than willing to wait for however long it takes because she is perfect to me and I don't want to lose her. I want to always feel this close to her. Hell, I would walk into the gates of Hell if that was what she desired.