You know what I need? Soft sex with Adam.
I need him to melt and become putty with a simple caress. This man has not known a soft touch in a long time. He’s so touch starved it hurts.
I need him to be in some sort of internal debate. Some emotional turmoil that just throws him for a loop. Then you come in and he just clings to you. You’re confused because he, this large man who could easily crush you, is just holding onto you like you’re a lifeline.
I need him to start kissing you, gentle pecks along your neck, soft praises and pleas for affection. “Stay with me” and “So good for me”
I need him to look up at you in a silent ask to let him undress you. He’ll do everything, please let him. He needs to know he can make you happy. That he’s good enough.
I need him to be so careful and take his time to prep you as he kisses every part of you. Not in a possessive way, although maybe a bit, but in a more intimate manner. He’d kiss you in that “You’re so fucking amazing” “‘m so lucky” “Too good for me” way
I need him to gently hold you, making sure that you feel good, that you’re comfortable, not that he doesn’t usually. Just a soft rocking, not even for the actual sex, but the intimacy of it all. The fact that you trust him enough is too good to be true in his mind.
I need soft sex with Adam and I blame @sprainedwriting
