Sleepy limbs, splayed in pure relaxation, held down with a firm grip. I woke up and whimpered into the dark bedroom, unsure of what he had planned.
Lately, his fast, aggressive touches had caused more pain than pleasure. His touch on my clit was electric – in a not so good way. But in the wee hours of the morning, he was different. His hand, always warm, gently massaged my mound.
I sighed with pleasure.
His fingers stroked my lips. His breath was hot on my neck.
I unfolded like a flower.
Circling, this way, then that, never touching my clit, I relaxed into him. The tension in my hips and thighs eased as I realized no electric pain would result from his desire.
I opened to him.
His hand cupped my body, reveling in my warmth. I shook and shuddered, panting with desire. With gentle (but firm) strokes, he touched my swollen bud. I began to beg for release. “Yes, babygirl. Cum for me.”
I melted.
Over and over again, small, wave-like orgasms rolled across my body. My body convulsed around his hand and in his arms.
I sighed with pleasure.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
You did blossom like a flower in the wee dark hours of the morning.
It was a very nice feeling… 🙂
Mmmm. Now that’s what I’m talking about!
Exactly! Me too.
It felt very much like a sigh. Soft and gentle
Which was exactly what I needed.
I could envision your ministrations, Mr Brownstone… There’s just nothing quite like serving a “wake-up orgasm” -is there?!
-Mynx’s Sir (Tom Wolf)
He went a few (million) steps further and put me to sleep the same way last night.
Oh wow.
It sounds so beautiful.
Rose
It was…it really, really was.