i love when a man tells me off…. i love when he’s strict… i love when he’s exasperated and sighing and rubbing a hand all over his face when i’m being difficult and fussy….. i love when he’s not afraid to correct me
soft giggly cuddly makeout that turns into sweet, loving, cuddly sex... Xanderrrr where are you, I demand you come here and (very sweetly) boss me around and fuck me ❗️❗️❗️
I love the concept of someone teaching you how to fuck. how to kiss, what it feels like to have someone else’s hands on you, someone else’s tongue. all under the guise of them being helpful, sweet to you, so you’re not nervous for when it ‘really’ happens. only for them to make sure they’re the only ones who ever get to see you that way
he thinks you’re sooooo cute when you ride him and your legs start to shake and your breath comes out in quick puffs because you’re trying so hard to bounce on his cock and please him
I’d love to be manhandled in little ways. Being so excited to get inside me that he just lifts up my hips and pulls me onto his dick. Gently grabbing my face to give me a kiss, covering my mouth when I cum because I don’t want to get too loud. Grabbing my wrists because my hands touching his chest are getting in the way, his hand pushing into my back when I arch it to help me. When I writhe underneath him and try to get out from under him and he just pulls me back to finish inside of me.. ugh
I think Xander and I don't have "actual" sex til we leave the city, bur we definitely get handsy before
I love the idea of him clamping a hand over my mouth when he gets me off, the other hand in my skirt -- even with everything going on outside, he has to touch me. He has to know what I feel like around his fingers, how I sound whimpering his name.
And of course, I need to feel him. The heaviness of his cock in my hand, the way his belly tenses and flexes when I dip my head and lick the tip. The way he'd purr that I'm such a good girl, eager to make him feel good.
first time hooking up with your f/o and he gets so lost in the moment he murmurs he can't believe this is really happening, he's been jerking off to the thought of you for so long it's like a dream come true
I can't finish this in a way that I like so it will remain 400 words of hand worship til I figure it out.
CW for master/daddy as a title
“Long day?” Millie asked as she took Xander’s coat.
“You have no idea,” he said, shaking out his auburn locks.
“Why don’t you come sit down for a bit?” Millie led her husband to the couch, where he flopped down. She sat beside him and took a moment to admire him. Despite the heavy bags under his eyes, he was still the most beautiful man alive.
He was still wearing his leather gloves. She gently lifted his hands, then removed his gloves and admired his bare fingers, strong wrist, calloused palms. Millie’s heart fluttered. These hands worked so hard for her – shouldn’t they feel loved?
Gingerly, she lifted his right hand to her lips and kissed each fingertip, then kissed his palm, before flipping his hand over and kissing his knuckles. Xander hummed appreciatively, his eyes lidded as he watched her. She did the same for his left hand. Millie pressed the top of his hand to her cheek.
His thumb brushed her lip, and Millie kissed it again. And again… Xander ran his thumb along her lower lip, pulling it down slightly. He slipped his hand from her grasp so he could thumb open her mouth and slide it onto her tongue.
It was second nature for Millie to suck on his fingers. Xander’s thumb played with her tongue, and her mind felt blank, like she was floating on her back in the ocean. Her little hands closed around his wrist.
“Good girl,” Xander purred. “I love you so much, little mouse…” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead as she mindlessly sucked on his thumb. “You always make me feel so loved.”
Her heart soared. Yes! Exactly! She kissed his knuckles, putting his hands together so she could kiss across all eight easily. “I love you, too. Master… Daddy…” Each name fell off her tongue like dewdrop from a leaf, easy, as if she was made just to say them. “Xander.” Her chest ached with adoration. If only he could reach inside her ribs, feel how her heart beat for him and him alone! She could imagine his fingers stroking the pounding muscle just as softly as they lay on her tongue.
He took his hands away, and Millie had to restrain herself from pouting – pouting was for brats, and Millie was a good girl. Her mild annoyance gave way to eagerness as Xander pulled his cock from his slacks.
Ohh, I wish Xander was here... I'd love nothing more than to make love to him, so so gently, showering him in adoration. I want to make him feel like the most beautiful man out there, because he is.
I want him to let me serve him, faithfully, lovingly. Won't you, Xander? Won't you bless me with that goodwill? I want to eagerly submit to whatever you'd like. I'm yours, for you to always cherish, and to cherish you in turn. Let me do that for you. Let me lay you down and make you feel good.
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