Thinking about slow morning/night sex with Ellie 🥲
Just the two of you laying in bed, your back on her chest, legs spread as her tattooed arm wanders around your lower body. “Yeah just like that my pretty girl…” she murmured in your ears, leisurely moving her finger in circular motions on your clit.
Ellie always preferred slow and calm sex, it always felt more passionate and loving to her, especially when shared with you. She loves eating you out too, very unhurriedly, tenderly. She knows how you like it, how to please you, all of your sweet spots— your weaknesses. “Shhh, babygirl, let me do it right, ‘Kay?” You heard from under the bedsheets, her voice muffled by our own skin.
She often falls right back asleep after it, her head on your bare chest, slowly caressing your skin with the tip of her deft fingers. She likes how soft you are, how nicely she feels around you. It was hard for her, at first, to let someone grow this close to her— she was used to people abandoning her, way too familiar with loss. But you never did. And each morning, you’re here when she wakes up, a hand in her hair, delicate lips on her forehead and sweet murmurs in her ears.
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