[n/a] Sweet

Just a little thing I wrote for one of the guys.

He’s breakfast in bed on a Sunday morning. Snuggling under the covers because it’s cold. Soft nothings whispered into your ear. And kisses along your neck. Sitting on the porch, watching the rainfall. Reading books in the afternoon. At night, he takes his time with you. Enjoying you. Making it feel like you two are the only ones in the whole world. Nothing exists outside of that bed. White cotton sheets and soft fluffy pillows. Music playing in the background. His joy is your enjoyment. He likes to draw it out. Long, hot sessions. Making you orgasm several times before he has his pleasure. Oh but when he does, it makes you ache. It makes you moan and whimper. Loving little words in your ear when he orgasms. And falling asleep in his arms, you feel safe.