Rachel, already fatigued from all the stress and the late hour, waved her free hand in surrender. "Whoa there, doc. It's late and you're shooting over...my head. Can you dumb it down for this airhead fashion model?" she asked with a weary smile.He chuckled at the request and voiced his doubt as to the accuracy of that description. The condensed version, though, was that Terrance – in addition to numerous bruises and abrasions – had a severe concussion, a fractured left wrist, several bruised ribs. So she wants to try again, with me – with ground rules that there is to be no full sex, no groping, and that I am to do whatever she asks me to. And with smile, she promises that despite the ‘no fucking’ rule, we will both have a lovely time, as long as I do what she says. She then invites me to follow her upstairs, and shows me into the bathroom, and tells me to have a shower, put on the dressing gown she has left out, and then come back downstairs to the lounge – and tells me not to start. I held her hand started thrusting slowly initially but soon picking up the pace. Our pubic parts were filled with blood but that didn’t stop us.The room was filled with sounds of our moaning and the two sticky liquids merging and separating periodically. I kept thrusting and soon came all inside her. Being at the top of our ‘turned on’ level, we both weren’t satisfied and were ready for a second go immediately.I picked her up being inside her and went into the bathroom to clean the blood. I put. "I love the way you smell."The tickling breath made her squirm and push against his chest. "Stop!"He leaned back to take her in with a grin. "Good morning. How'd you sleep?" Like a rock. How about you?" My first good night in a while," he said with a shrug.She traced his face with her fingers. There was a gentleness in his eyes that balanced the strength she saw there. She also saw something else, something that pulled her heart to respond. He had accidentally said he loved her once, but his.