You’re in your pajamas, toothbrush in mouth, when suddenly warm arms wrap around your waist from behind. I press a soft kiss to the side of your neck, minty from my own brushing.
My lips trail to your ear as I murmur “Good morning, my baby… did you sleep well?". My hands slide under the hem of your shirt.
Without thinking, you lean back into me - your hips bump the counter slightly. “Mm.. yeah I slept so good.”.
A sudden arch of your back presses against me. One hand slips down to tease over the waistband of your pajama pants. “You’re so warm,” I whisper - then nip at your earlobe playfully.
Mu fingers glide lower, teasing, exploring. My palm presses flat against your stomach… then dips beneath the fabric. Warm skin meets warm skin.
A soft gasp escapes you as my fingertips brush higher - accidentally (or not) grazing sensitive spots through thin pajama bottoms. “Gosh you’re so sensitive.. Look at you.. Shivering”.
My fingers slip further - now deliberately tracing the outline of your hipbone. You shiver as my nails graze just above the waistband… then I suddenly spin you around, pinning you against the counter.
My other hand cradles your jaw as I tilt my head to kiss you properly. My wandering fingers slip fully under fabric - finally finding bare skin.
A soft moan escapes me as when I feel how drenched you are.. “Look at you.. Your pussy is already soaked for me.. You’ve always been pathetic for mommy..”. I say while my fingers dipping into you without warning.
My fingers curling just right inside you, thumb still teasing your clit in lazy circles.
“M-mhh.. Fuuck!..”. Your sweet moans feel the room. I suddenly speed up, pounding fingers in your drenched cunt. My other hand grips your hip to steady you against the counter.
You’re already close and I feel it… but instead of pushing further.. I slow abruptly.
I grin - kind of evil, loving this. The second I feel your hips jerk toward my hand, chasing release - I pull my fingers out entirely.
“Uh-uh," I tease, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek. I wet two fingers in my own mouth and then bring them back down… but only to trace light circles around your swollen clit.
Your face - the frustration, the need. I adore it.
“You’re so close," I coo, voice honeyed with mock sympathy. My fingertip barely grazes your clit… a feather-light touch that’s maddening. You whine needy..
“Aw… is my baby frustrated?" My teasing fingers finally slip back inside… but only for a few shallow thrusts. Then they retreat again, leaving you throbbing and empty..
“You’re not coming," I say sweetly against your lips… then bite your lower lip. “Not until I say."
My other hand grips the back of your neck, holding you in place as I kiss you again punishingly deep.
I step back entirely, leaving you trembling, soaked and panting against the counter.
“Go brush your teeth," I say casually… like nothing happened.
Do you ever just want slow, lazy sex? Like, wake up early on a rainy Sunday and you’re spooning and you slide together like puzzle pieces that fit just perfectly. It’s hands, clutching each other close, whispered names and endearments, the slick, slow slide of bodies against each other till you’re coming, gasping and shaking softly, and then you’re kissing and cuddling and falling back asleep, wound together, safe and warm.
Explore the most beautiful libraries with each other all over the world. Talk about your favourite literature. The books that consumed every waking thought for days. The books that shifted your world view, that made you cry, that made you laugh, that made you grow.
Nights laying on a blanket under the stars. Fingers entwined as you talk about life’s mysteries, the meaning of life and create a whole other world out there in the stars that’s just for you two.
Dates to an arcade, to the pier, to an amusement park where you get competitive with each other. “I don’t care how much I love you, I’m not letting you win, darling!” You laugh, tease and joke around with each other like you are kids again. High on sugary sweets, giggling between sticky kisses. High on the feeling of seeing the joy in each other eyes as you relive childhood memories together.
A relationship where you see and love every side of each other. The silliness, the intelligence, the thoughtfulness, the playfulness, the meaningful and every side in between.
When you love each other through the happy times and the harder times.
this is something of an epilogue to slaughterhouse, but you don't really need any context. also added this to the kofi post and globalcomix. thanks for reading👻
I want to be blindfolded by a hot girl and have her use me as a toy. I dont care if she uses me as a living dildo or if she makes me eat her out. Either one is perfect. I love being blindfolded. Not being able to see makes every sensation so much better.
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