“Full honest answer?”
“Please.”
Eleanor sucks her lip into her mouth as she gathers her thoughts, then slowly explains, “You sometimes make menervous, but in a good way. The thing is…” She lifts her thumb to her mouth as if to chew on it again, but decides against it at the last second, then continues haltingly, “It’s not that your boat is bad or anything, it's just that it’s a tiny vessel on a very large ocean. And well, I’m not particularly comfortable in the ocean. I usually like to remain on the shore and admire it from afar, somewhere I can adequately respect its vastness and the many, many unknown creatures it hides beneath the surface.”
“But you’re on top of the ocean. And with me,” I argue, not really understanding her reasoning.
Stopping in front of my boat, Eleanor shrugs shyly as she stares at her feet. “Logically, I know nothing will attack me, and I know I probably won’t fall out of the boat and be drowned by something, but the ocean is justsobig and there aresomany things we don’t know about it.”
I move closer to Eleanor and tilt her chin up. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
A little scared of what I’m about to confess, but needing her to understand who I really am, I square my shoulders and say, “I’m the scariest thing in the ocean. As long as you’re with me, nothing will dare to come close to us. I’ll always keep you safe. I promise.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“That does make me feel better,” Eleanor admits, trailing a finger up my chest until she can cup the back of my neck. She draws me down to her, then whispers against my lips, “My own protective dragon. I like the sound of that.”
“Good,” I whisper back before claiming her mouth with a fierce kiss, the tension of the last hour bleeding out of me with every second our lips are locked, and redirecting everything else to my hardening cocks.
I told Eleanor nothing has to happen tonight, and I truly meant it. But if she keeps kissing me like this while smelling so enticing, I might beg her to bury my face in her sweet, sweet cunt.
