Intimacy and â??making loveâ?? were two different things in Hankâ??s mind. He had been aggressive in the sense that he needed to just know she was there. But when Estelle asked him to hold off on doing anything sexual, it made him realize that for the first time since he knew of, he had ravished her without the intent of sexual pleasure.
Was that even possible for males?
He couldnâ??t say so for the entire population of males, but for himself, he realized that he didnâ??t even feel a spike of lust that indicated towards coupling. Instead of sharing the strange news and revelation of himself to the brunette woman though, he merely nodded in understanding and basked in the pleasure of her gentleness. Estelle was a burly woman, she didnâ??t find time or patients to give affection like the little snap-like-a-stick women that wandered the village and cities. Hank didnâ??t need that, he truly didnâ??t. But it didnâ??t mean it wasnâ??t nice to feel once in awhile. It reassured him that the intimacy that they lacked over the last few months was still there; just lurking.
â??Breakfast sounds good. Got some free time.â? he answered her, nodding once as if to physically consent to the idea. Maybe he should have gotten off of her, perhaps put away the unfinished meal. Despite things he could have or should have done, the giant only shifted a fraction so that he was still basically blanketing his girlfriend, but off of her enough that he wouldnâ??t suffocate her. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and slowly began to relax. The day caught up with him, and he was exhausted. â??Bed time?â? the giant asked; the tone awkward coming from him, as it was soft and almost innocent, while he was brawny and rough.
Of course she was there. She would always be there for him, waiting, watching, loving. She was haunted by the thought of leaving him for long, not being able to take him along with her. Estelle feared he would see her as week during her time of mourning and ultimately came to the conclusion that he should stay in the village with people who could comfort him. Needless to say he hadn't many friends, only Pepper-Anne and her ever so colorful son.
Estelle only wanted him to be happy. She would go out of her way to even make him experience a ghost of a smile.
With her arm resting on his backside, she gingerly fastened her lips with his in a last attempt to sooth his bewildered spirit. The kiss was if anything innocent, but slow and drawn; she wanted to savor his musty flavor and draw in his natural earthen scent. Her body fitted with his in a perfect instance; like a jigsaw puzzle, but she was wary and gave the behemoth of a man his space lest he fell asleep a top her and crushed her while she slumbered.
"Bed time," she chuckled in reply. Her curious finger-tips probed the hemline of his shirt and found their way underneath where her palm, warm and flushed red, rooted itself upon his tattooed abdomen. It fell, then rised in a caressing motion while Estelle herself was drawn towards dormancy with the warmth from his body and flourishing colors flashing through her window pane.[/list:u]
Morning shine always brought the sound of chirping birds waking to the new day. At the angle that the house was built and the windows situated, the first few minutes of light would always come from the direction of the door rather than the window. The golden glow slipped under the door and into the room like a love letter.
Only once it illuminated the room, did the giant slowly wake, sensitive to the change in light. It made him wonder when exactly he had fallen asleep in the first place. Was it between their conversations or perhaps after Estelle had fallen asleep? Hank didnâ??t dwell too long on it though, as he shifted to face his girlfriend and was instantly distracted. Dried lips curved into a small quirked smile, as he was graced with the chance to view Estelle at her most vulnerable. Like a sleeping angel, marred and shot out of heaven.
Beautiful.
Erotic. He would know, as he had to adjust himself, and knew that he wasnâ??t â??upâ? because he needed to go to the bathroom. The brunette leaned in closer to Estelle and nuzzled his stubble beard against the area between her neck and shoulder. Hank breathed in her scent, the musky mixture of sweetness and outdoors. He really had to wonder his sanity and â??normalnessâ??, as he was perhaps acting perverselyâ??breathing and nuzzling her, as he stroked himself unconsciously. Of course, his stomach just had to pick that time to growl beastly loud, announcing that it desired breakfast.
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