Love drunk whispers.
Added 2021-08-17 22:41:45 +0000 UTC“I’m gonna go lock up, and you’re gonna get into bed, and when I get back we’re gonna sit just like this, and I’m gonna take good care of you.”
I swallowed hard and listened well. When she came back she sat in bed, leaning against the headboard. I straddled her lap, just like we were sitting before.
She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me slowly. There’s something about this position that puts me in my place, curled up in her lap and under her control. We used to fuck like this in the back of her truck, before she moved to the city. I’ve missed it.
She reached up, sliding two of her fingers between my lips. I open for her and suck on them, but that’s not what she really wants. She wants to press her fingertips to the back of my throat, to see how far she can push, invasive. She likes that I let her, that I gag a little and accommodate her. I like that she wants this from me. I like being good for her.
A long string of drool escaped my mouth and dripped down her fingers, my eyes flashed to hers. Shame and love and devotion. Before I know it her dripping wet fingers are inside of me pumping hard, her other arm tight around my waist. “I love you,” I whine as she fills me up.
It’s a breathy, sweaty blur, my mouth on hers, moans and motion, she fucks me so hard she shakes my faith, shakes my bones, and still I beg her.
She grins and grips me again, ready to give me everything I’m asking for, her love-drunk whisper echoes in my heart; “You’re built for this.”
