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Zach and I tumbled onto the couch when we got home from our errands. He asked me to make love to him...but I had fished out the lube from the cushions before the cleaning company got here. Zach didn't want me to move away from him to find it...I'm making love to him without lube for the fist time in our relationship...but not without trepidation. I'm scared to death about, truth be told.

"Don't stop... please just-- just stay that way-- for a moment... I'm okay... I promise..." He rasps, reaching out and touching my cheek, my lips with my fingertips, a tiny tremor running through his fingers.

I take his hand...kiss his fingertips. I can see that it hurts...I knew that it would. "Relax...and it'll get better..." I whisper. But if it doesn't...if that pained look on his face, the furrow on his brow...the storm in his eyes...does not subside...I will not go any farther.

I kiss him, whisper to him. He does relax, start to return my kiss. "Chris..."

I look down at him, search his eyes, try to get a handle on what he's feeling. "Talk to me, baby...do you need me to stop?"