Too Fast?

'Tommie?' I said softly, releasing her immediately, my hand withdrawing to rest on her thigh instead. Concern flooded me, overriding the ache in my own body. She shook her head, biting her lip, her submissive posture curling inward like she wanted to disappear.

'I can't,' she admitted, her voice barely above a breath. 'Not yet. This feels... it feels good, but I'm not ready for more. I don't want to ruin us, or... or drag you into my mess.' Her eyes flicked up briefly, filled with apology and that deep-seated pain from the breakup, the one that made her doubt her worth.

Her futanari body, so beautiful to me, seemed to weigh on her now, the bulge in her shorts a reminder of what had broken her before.

I pulled back patiently, shifting to give her space while keeping my arm loosely around her shoulders. 'Hey, no apologies,' I replied gently, my tone reassuring as I brushed a strand of hair from her face.

'We go at your pace, always. I'm not going anywhere.' Inside, my chest tightened—my feelings for her burned brighter than ever, but I wouldn't push. This friendship, this budding something more, deserved time to heal her wounds first. I pulled her into a simple embrace, her head resting on my shoulder, and we sat like that as the rain continued outside, the tension easing into quiet comfort.

Her breathing slowed against me, and though my body still hummed with unmet need, holding her like this felt right—patient, protective, waiting for when she'd be ready to let me in fully.