Would enjoy giving you that comfort, that ritual, that moment. It has been such a hard, long day, hasn't it? My butch. My love. My good boy.
Don't you want to settle down against my chest? I'll rest here by the headboard and cradle your face in between my palms. I'll swipe my thumbs back and forth over your jaw, the underneath of your cheeks, the sides of your nose.
Nurse from me. I'll kiss your eyelids, pressing soft words against your skin as I move down your face, playfully nibbling at your cheekbone til you laugh, seeking the curve of my neck to hide the dimples and the age signs on the corners of your eyes. I'll caress your shoulders, hands sliding down the blades and the tense muscles on your back. I'll softly move us, humming nothing in particular as you relax more and more against me. My thighs will fall open, and your body will fit perfectly in between the spaces created there. The weight of you will soothe me, too.
My hands will travel down your biceps, applying pressure on the places I know hurt the most. Fingertips sliding carefully but precisely over your forearms, til they connect with your wrist. I'll bring it to my lips, kiss it gently once, and intertwine our fingers.
Your nose will brush against my collarbone, lips partially open, causing a gush of hot air to hit my skin, awakening goosebumps in its journey. I'll cradle the back of your head then, coo at your intentions, and let one of my breasts fall past the fabric of my clothes, guiding it close to your waiting lips, now shiny with spit. Your tongue will shyly peak out and, from underneath, touch my nipple, making me hiss.
I'll lean over you, nipple teasing your bottom lip til you finally open your mouth up, closing that soft plumpness around my nub, causing my back to relax even further, holding you closer against me. The back of my hand will find the side of your face, my thumb will smooth the tension out of your eyebrow, and I'll softly shush your content, but incomprehensible mumbled sounds.
Because of course I know, honey. This is exactly what you need. My smell surrounds you, the weight of my body now inside of you, a preview. The timbre of my voice incites, guides you, and reasurres you. You're safe here. I got you.
You'll suck til everything is too sensitive, and whine once your nose bumps against the curve of my other breast, my nails scratching your hairline right there at your nape. I slide the fabric further down bellow, breast falling free, telling you to go ahead, be good for me, take what you need.
My hands will travel down to your chest, caressing your body in the ways I know you crave me to. A promise to chase every one of your sweet sounds once more later, with my tongue, is made before I slide my fingers through your thighs, only to feel how hard you became for me.
The sounds of your mouth attached to my skin grow louder, and so does your whimpers, your neediness. Drool slides down the corners of your lips, eyelids dropping in pure exctasy, while I coo at your expressions, knuckles dragging my love over the sides of your face.
Your hands become impatient in finding their way to the lace in between my legs, the damp spot being pressured, our moaning echoing in unison.
Your faint 'More' and 'Please', and my soft 'Doesn't that feel good, baby?', 'You're doing so good for me, puppy... such a good boy' as you blink and turn your big, soft eyes in my direction, nodding an affirmative, voice long gone.
I tilt your chin up, higher, searching for the clouded, lost irises, now granted too heavy, and lost in pleasure. I hold you through each body shudder as you shake in my arms, spasming under my hand, soaking the both of us.
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