Love Bombing [Gentle NC] [Praise] [Sleep]
I chose her specifically.
She was everything I was looking for. Hair color. Eye color. Body type - not that photoshop perfection, but perfect for me, the kind of body that feels so good in my hands.
She was kind, thoughtful, with a bit of sarcastic attitude - and just enough self esteem issues to make her eager to please.
I picked her out and set to work drawing her in.
I took my time getting to know her, letting her get to know me. I was kind. I listened. I showed interest without expectation. I laughed at her jokes, showed concern for her stresses, and excitement for her accomplishments.
I wanted until she was completely enthralled with me to ask her on a date. I took her somewhere nice, not fancy and stuffy, but the kind of place that fosters genuine communication rather that pretense. Afterwards we went for a walk under the stars, laughing and holding hands.
I made myself the perfect boyfriend. I was supportive and encouraging. I text her during the day to let her know I was thinking of her - but not so much to be overwhelming. I kept hobbies so she didn’t feel the pressure to be my sole entertainment but worked to include her as much as she desired.
I bought her flowers, wrote her a stupid little poem that made her laugh. I took her on adventures: hiking, concerts, museums, things I knew she enjoyed.
I was patient with her, made her feel safe. I waited 2 weeks to kiss her, three months to have sex. I was gentle with her, loving and intimate. We cuddled afterwards, talking and laughing under the blankets.
I made myself everything for her. Not just her boyfriend, but her best friend and confidant. I built her up and made sure she was completely, desperately in love with me.
And then I slowly started showing her who I really am.
I woke up early in the morning, as I always do. She was still sound asleep, as she always is.
She looked so beautiful like that, curled up on her side, mouth parted slightly. She looked like an angel, sleeping peacefully.
I curled myself up behind her and wrapped my arm around her. God, I love the feel of her body against mine. I kissed her neck, gently so I wouldn’t wake her, and started rubbing her thigh.
She was fucking perfect like that, but she wouldn’t be awake for hours - and I wanted her right then.
Carefully, quietly, I pulled off my shorts and even more gently I pushed up her sleep shirt and pulled her underwear down to her knees.
I curled into her again, pressing my dick against her ass. I kissed her behind her ear and slowly started grinding myself against her. The touch must have seeped into her subconscious. Her eyes remained closed but her hips moved almost imperceptibly, rubbing her ass against my dick.
It was all the encouragement I needed. I rolled her over almost completely onto her stomach and slid her legs apart. I moved myself on top of her, my knees between hers, and started rubbing my dick against her pussy.
She was so warm and soft, and just a little bit wet. She looked incredible, so relaxed and care free - and vulnerable.
I pushed myself inside her. Three thrusts to bury myself completely.
Her eyes shot open and she let out a terrified scream.
I slid an arm under her upper body, pulling her tight against me and clamping a hand over her mouth.
I thrust into her again and whispered into her ear, “Shhh, it’s ok. It’s me.”
She struggled against me, arms and legs flailing, but I’m much stronger than her and I had all the leverage.
I grabbed the meat of her hip and pulled her against me, pulling her into each thrust.
She struggled against me, arms and legs flailing, but I’m much stronger than her and I had all the leverage.
I grabbed the meat of her hip and pulled her against me, pulling her into each thrust.
“Shhh,” I whispered again. “It’s ok. You’re ok. Just let me have you.”
I slammed into her again and again, her entire body rocking with each impact.
“God, you feel so good,” I groaned. “You feel so good, baby.”
After a few minutes she stopped struggling. She laid there, eyes shut tight, making groaning-grunting noises into my hand with each thrust. I kissed her neck, her cheek, her ears.
In between the kisses I continued to speak to her.
“God you’re so sexy, baby.” “You turn me on so much.” “You’re doing so good. I love you so much.” “Just take it for me, baby. You feel so good, I can’t help it.” “Just let me have you. God, I love you.”
I kept my lips close to her ear as I slammed into her again and again. She felt so fucking good. I think the fear and the surprise actually made her tighter. It wasn’t more than ten minutes before I felt myself getting close to the edge.
I clamped my mouth on her neck and slammed myself inside her hard. I buried myself inside her, grinding myself deep. I groaned into her neck as I flooded her pussy with my cum. I continued to grind inside her, enjoying every ounce of her body as long as I could.
I collapsed on top of her, sighing and panting, simultaneously exhausted and enthralled. I kissed her cheek, close to the corner of her eye, and my lips came away salty. I kissed her again and said, “God, that was amazing. You’re fucking incredible, babe. I fucking love you.”
She didn’t say anything, but when I climbed off of her to lay at her side she didn’t try to get away either. She let me wrap my arms around her and pull her back against my chest.
I brushed the hair from her face and brushed my fingers over her neck - over a several little red spots in a circle, the exact shape and spacing of my teeth.
“God,” I said. “I guess I got a little carried away there. I hope I didn’t hurt you to much. You know I’d never do anything to hurt you. I love you. I just wanted you so much and I guess I lost my mind a bit there.”
I kissed the spot on her neck, and squeezed her body tight.
“I love you, baby. Try to get some more sleep. You’re ok, now. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”