woke up with wet boxers thinking about easing myself inside of you.
thinking about taking my time getting there first. making you wait for it. kissing your neck. your chest. pressing my mouth to every part of you that makes you squirm before i even think about giving you what you actually need. feeling how desperate you are. how worked up. how ready. the way you'd grab at me and try to pull me where you need me and i'd move your hands. put them back down.
you whimpering. hips shifting. trying to find something to press against.
making you wait a little longer because i enjoy every moment of watching you get increasingly needier.
finally lining myself up. pressing the tip against you and waiting there. feeling you try to push down onto me immediately.
a broken sound. your hands gripping the sheets. "please— mommy please i've been so good please—"
"you have." pressing a kiss to your jaw. "you have been so good." pressing in just slightly. just barely. feeling you gasp. "that's why you're going to get exactly what you want."
feeling you stretch around me inch by inch. feeling how warm you are. how perfectly you take me every single time like your body was made specifically for this. for me. feeling you grip me immediately. so desperately. a long shaky moan slipping out of you that you couldn't have held back if you tried.
stopping halfway. just to feel it. just to watch your face.
"mommy—" barely a word. "mommy please all of it please—"
pressing in the rest of the way.
staying completely still.
fully inside you. feeling you clench around me. feeling your whole body shudder from it. feeling how full you are and how much you needed to be full and how those two things are making you absolutely fall apart before i've even moved.
pressing my forehead to yours. looking at you properly.
"you feel so good." cooed at you. "every single time. you always feel this good and it still gets me every time."
you making a small whiny sound. eyes becoming glassy.
starting to move. slow deep rolls at first. taking my time. savoring it. feeling every single second of it. feeling you get wetter the longer it goes. feeling the way you open up for me gradually. the way your body adjusts and then takes me. completely. perfectly.
"mommy—" grabbing at my arms. "more— please—"
"i've got you." not speeding up yet. keeping it slow and deep. making you feel every single movement. "i've got you baby. need to keep enjoying how good you feel."
watching your face. learning it all over again even though i already know it. the way your brow furrows when something feels especially good. the way your mouth falls open. the way your eyes flutter and then find mine like you need to see me while it's happening. like eye contact is part of what makes it real.
holding your gaze. not looking away.
"you feel so perfect." moving a little deeper now. watching you gasp. "so perfect every single time. i don't know how you do that."
"please— please harder— please i need—"
giving you harder. feeling you cry out immediately. your whole body arching up toward me. hips rolling desperately to meet mine. the sounds you're making getting louder and less controlled.
"that's it." so low. so warm. "that's it baby. take it."
feeling how good you feel around me. that's the thing. that's always the thing. i tell myself i'll take it slow. i'll be patient. i'll draw it out. and then i'm inside you and everything rational just leaves. because you feel too good. because the way you grip me and the sounds you make and the way you look at me make it impossible to think about anything except staying right here. exactly like this. for as long as possible.
"i can't stop." against your ear. so honest. so completely undone by you. "you feel too good. you always feel too good. i'm going to need you to just take it."
you sobbing slightly. arms wrapping around me. pulling me closer. deeper. "please don't stop. please mommy please i need it please don't stop—"
"i'm not stopping." pressing deeper. feeling you clench immediately. "i told you. i can't. you won't let me."
your hips moving frantically now. meeting every thrust. chasing it. both of us completely lost in it.
"who do you belong to." so low. so certain.
"you—" immediately. without thinking. "i'm yours mommy—"
"yeah you are." hand finding your jaw. tilting your face up. making you look at me while i'm moving inside you. holding your gaze. "every single part of you. all mine."
"and nobody." pressing deep and staying there for a moment. feeling you gasp at the fullness of it. "nobody else is going to touch you like this. nobody else is going to make you feel the way i make you feel. you understand that?"
"yes— yes mommy yes— just you— only you—"
"nobody else." your voice breaking on it. hips still moving even though i've stilled. still chasing. still needing. "just you. only you. you're the only one who makes me feel like this. you're the only one i want. please— please mommy please move—"
starting again. deeper this time. harder. giving you everything.
feeling you completely unravel under me. the sounds you make. the way you stop being able to form words and are reduced to just sounds. desperate, whiny sounds that go straight through me. the way your nails find my back. my shoulders. gripping hard. the way you keep pulling me closer like you want me deeper even though there's nowhere left to go.
"mommy i'm gonna cum—" crying properly now. tears sliding down. hips moving desperately. "mommy please i'm so close please don't stop please please please—"
"i've got you." not slowing down. not even slightly. "i feel it. i feel how close you are." pressing deeper. steadier. "cum for me. right now. i want to feel it. cum for me."
my words hitting you hard. your body relaxing more at the permission. feeling you fall apart completely.
the way your whole body arches up and then shudders. the way you clench around me so hard it makes me lose my rhythm for a second. the way you say my name over and over and over like it's the only thing your brain has left. your hips still moving through it. riding every wave. taking everything.
working you through every single second of it. not stopping until you're shaking and your hands have loosened from my back and you're breathing unevenly.
pressing a kiss to your forehead. your cheek. the corner of your mouth.
pulling you close. your face finding my neck immediately. arms wrapping around me loosely.
rubbing your back slow. pressing a kiss to your hair.
"i'm so proud of you." meaning every single word.
"all mine." pressing another kiss to your hair. "nobody's going to touch you like that. nobody's going to make you feel like that. just me."
