"I... don\'t want to disappoint you," he whispered, looking up into her eyes again now. "I\'m not... very good at... this," he confessed, his cheeks flushing anew.
He knew he wasn\'t, because Lam had told him so, and he felt it. Of course, with her, he was generally so anxious that he was finally with her that he usually did something ridiculous and boorish to break the mood and have her sigh and take the upper hand with him. He hadn\'t been able to help it, it had been an overwhelming thing to be with someone he loved so much, yet know she didn\'t give a flying fig for him and was only with him because she wanted to make herself feel better.
There\'d always been a great deal of pressure, some of it self-imposed, some of it because he knew she was comparing him to men like Lord Dagger. How could he compete with a man like that, who could look sideways at a woman and have her panting for him? He\'d always known it wasn\'t possible, yet he\'d been in there trying, just because it was everything for him to be with Lam. He hadn\'t for years now, though, for probably the last two years there\'d only been the whores he frequented and they were much easier but certainly didn\'t help him learn or gain finesse in this art. There was no need to talk or to worry with them, it was just a case of grease it up, get it in, get off and get out.
This was an entirely new thing, to have someone sweet and nubile pursuing him, interested in him. It made his head spin and his mouth go quite dry. This was a pressure he rather liked though, for perhaps... just perhaps... he might be able to make an improvement in things? He certainly hoped so, for he didn\'t want to let Ryanna down.
"Just... don\'t be afraid to tell me what you like, okay?" he pleaded, pulling her closer even as he spoke, so that his chin was against her sternum, his head tilting so that his nose was flicking her left breast while he watched her, wanting her confirmation that she was willing to participate actively. He\'d go nowhere fast if it was all left up to him and he certainly needed her input, just to be sure. He really, really didn\'t want to hurt her. His hands slid around after he\'d pulled her close, so that his fingers were draped across the insides of her thighs, sliding up to the apex so that his thumbs were on the outside curve of her buttocks, the edges of his hands pressed against her centre fairly intimately but not invasively.