Even though I asked for it, I still make a soft sad little sound when his mouth slides off me. I compose myself a bit, and shift a little, moving so that he can reach the bedside table more easily.

There are always those butterfly flutters low in my stomach before we make love. No real fear of pain, since I know, even when he's in a rougher mood or we don't have a lot of time for prep, that he will take care of me, or I him, but just...

Excited nervous butterflies, they showed up the first time we kissed, and continue to make themselves known whenever we're intimate.

Sometimes just when he smiles at me from across the room.