Booker's Character Analysis
The gentle resonance of Booker’s snoring sounded throughout the bedroom. Tom’s breathing fell into an unconscious rhythm with the soft, nasal rasp, his chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale of air. Trapped in the REM cycle of sleep, he dreamed of the life he would share with Booker, the life he knew was his destiny. He felt safe knowing the dark-haired officer was by his side, safer than he’d ever felt since becoming an adult, and it wasn’t because Dennis was an outstanding cop. It was the intensity of his lover’s devotion that cocooned him, the love lavished upon him wrapping him in a protective shroud, shielding him from the memories of his assaults. He could not remember ever feeling so loved, so unified. When he was
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The dark-haired officer’s spicy scent infused the air, and he breathed in the intoxicating bouquet, drawing courage from the familiarity of the masculine aroma. He could feel Booker’s erection pressing against him, teasing him, seducing him with the power of its virility. He longed to explore the hardening flesh with his mouth, to taste his lover’s sweet juices as they flowed against his tongue, but his nervousness soon got the better of him. He was a novice when it came to pleasuring men, and he feared making a complete fool of himself if he started something he couldn’t go through with. While he wanted to experience the titillating sensation of Booker’s cock gliding through his lips, he was unsure of his limitations. What if he choked or gagged? Or worse, what if he threw up? The terrifying thoughts soon overpowered his senses, and he paused mid-kiss, his muscles locked with panic, his mind too frozen to proceed. His lips trembled against Booker’s taut flesh and closing his eyes he attempted to dispel the distressing images destroying his confidence. But a little voice inside his head played on his insecurities, persistently telling him he was an idiot to think he could ever pleasure a sexually experienced man like Dennis Booker, and if he tried, he would most certainly
The dark-haired officer’s spicy scent infused the air, and he breathed in the intoxicating bouquet, drawing courage from the familiarity of the masculine aroma. He could feel Booker’s erection pressing against him, teasing him, seducing him with the power of its virility. He longed to explore the hardening flesh with his mouth, to taste his lover’s sweet juices as they flowed against his tongue, but his nervousness soon got the better of him. He was a novice when it came to pleasuring men, and he feared making a complete fool of himself if he started something he couldn’t go through with. While he wanted to experience the titillating sensation of Booker’s cock gliding through his lips, he was unsure of his limitations. What if he choked or gagged? Or worse, what if he threw up? The terrifying thoughts soon overpowered his senses, and he paused mid-kiss, his muscles locked with panic, his mind too frozen to proceed. His lips trembled against Booker’s taut flesh and closing his eyes he attempted to dispel the distressing images destroying his confidence. But a little voice inside his head played on his insecurities, persistently telling him he was an idiot to think he could ever pleasure a sexually experienced man like Dennis Booker, and if he tried, he would most certainly