The love in his eyes was so evident I reached for him.


    “Make love to me,” I requested as I pulling him closer


    His face was questioning as he knelt in front of me. “Exin ‘make love’ to me,” he requested. “This


    phrase is not from our Language. The words we understand, but not thebination.”


    I smiled at his curiosity and cupped his face. This was probably going to be one of those times, but I’d


    try to exin.


    “Sex between us is about physical pleasure,” I said kissing the corner of his mouth. “Making love is


    about emotional pleasure. It means using sex to show I care about you and you care about me.”


    Christof epted the loving kisses across his lips and cheeks. It was evident he was thinking about


    what I’d said.


    “You do not care for us,” Kein finally said from the side sounding confused. “We care for you, though.”


    Chuckling at his misinterpretation of the sentence I ran my fingers along Christof’s jaw and down his


    neck. I touched his chest and stomach lightly, teasing him with the gentle caress.


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    “I care about you,” I answered still looking at Christof. “I worry about your happiness. When you are not


    with me, I think of you and hope you are well. I cannot care for you, but I care about you.”


    Leaning forward I nuzzled Christof’s neck and nipped at his ears. A low groan sounded in his throat as


    his hands pulled me closer. Continuing to suck at his neck I smiled to myself. He wasn’t fighting the


    idea anymore. A quick nce around the room proved no one was fighting the idea anymore.


    Reaching down I wrapped a hand around Christof’s staff. I pumped him slowly enjoying the silky feel of


    him against my palm. This earned another low sound from my chosen man.


    “Lay with me,” he said softly pulling me until I curled against his side.


    I looked into his eyes and found him beaming at me.


    “I like ‘making love’,” he said simply tracing my cheekbone.


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    Leaning over his grinning face I kissed him softly. The kiss gained momentum quickly. The tangle of


    tongues continued as his hand wrapped in my hair, securing me to his mouth. Pressing him into the


    bedding, I devoured his mouth.


    “Get on top of me,” he ordered pulling my hips over his.


    I looked down at him doubtfully and stilled my movements. Being on the bottom was what the women


    did to them. It struck me as wrong to do this to him now.


    “I want you, Christof,” I told him honestly, “but I want this to make you happy. You don’t have toy


    underneath me.”


    He smiled and his face was lit with kindness. “I like to see you above me,” he said honestly. “I Like to


    know every motion is your choice, as well as, mine.”


    It was a stunning admission, I thought, but no one else seemed to notice. I straddled him and started to


    slowly move on his staff. This was my choice, but I made his pleasure a priority and sought to give it to


    him.


    It didn’t take long to find what he liked. Christof liked small, fast movement forward and back. His hands


    found my hips and he held them loosely. He seemed to be trying to stop himself from grabbing and


    controlling the pace.


    “Harder,” I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “please, my love, take me harder.”


    It was the permission he had wanted and he took it. Long fingers Wrapped around until his short nails


    were cutting into my bottom. His hips rose off the bed pressing up as his hands pulled me down. I may


    have been on top, but now he was certainly fucking me.