Her eyes sealed on him as she prepared herself mentally or at least she hoped she was for this to happen. She wanted them to be together again and she could not let fear stop this she had to get past it.
More love than passion in his eyes, he was trying to nurture her back
He slid his hands between, massaging and tickling her inner thighs as he spread them
His one hand gently on one of her knees, he began to slide the throbbing mushroom head of his cock up and down the inside of her slit, her honey and his precum fusing into one
When if feels right, when you are ready, I will slip inside, not before, my Love
She nodded as she laid there watching him for a moment feeling his gentleness and watching his eyes till finally nodding. She wanted more needed more needed to feel better again. She had no idea what the next few moments held beyond needing to feel him truly within her again trying to erase what happened.
She gasped at the feel of him so deep inside after so long and fought hard to focus on it being him her hips moving some with him as her eyes half lidded tried to see him.
It was wonderful her eyes closed as he moved faster and harder her body grew close to that ledge then her mindbegan to flash as she whimpered slightly trying to fight it. The closer she got the more real her mind made the memories till she was eventually struggling and crying.
No... please don't do this... No
She sobbed trying to struggle as if held down even though Billy wasn't pinning her like the attacker had
He stopped talking, tears were rolling down his cheeks...what had he done...he had thought he was going at the speed she wanted...guilt and shame washed over him...never, never had he wanted to scare her...but what to do now...he had no idea
It wasn't him she was in a memory. His voice helped it slipped into the memory as she called out to him eyes still closed tight memory still assaulting her mind
Rick... Help...
Even with him off of her her body still moved as if pinned trapped in a memory just like a nightmare
His cuddling her seemed to help draw her from the memory.
I'm... I'm sorry... memorues... it's not you... not us he... he is still in my mind the therapist said this could happen. I... inshouldnt have let my eyes close.
All my fault
She was crying balled up with him holding to him like an anchor
She loved him more than she thought she did and hated that his actions and her closed eyes had melded into those horrific memories. It was not him she saw attacking her but the man that had done it his actions simply matched in that moment