◆ cockwarming / cuddling ◆

It's the third time tonight she tells you your hair smells like oranges. You know it does - she's the one who bought you this shampoo.
You know it won't be the last time because she has no filter when she's spent and sleepy.
The night was so long...

You two experimented with so much the past few hours. It makes your skin warm, just thinking about it. All of the new sounds you pulled from the sweet girl spooning you - sounds you haven't ever heard a girl make.
She's gifted you with her devotion - she's so incredibly adoring.

Your baby girl made you come more times than you could count. And you /knew/ it was hard for her, to watch your form tremble and the most sensual moans to rise from your lips, all because of her, her arousal painfully obvious on the wet spot in her dark lace panties.

She can take it, though. She'll wait for as long as she has to, as much as you want her to. She won't even free herself from the tightening fabric until she knows you're satisfied.

You've never thought sex could be so loving.

When her turn to feel good comes, you're surprised to find her shyly shutting her thighs, delicate cheekbones turning crimson at your questioning eyes.

"Can.. could I just-" She struggles to find her words, but you wait patiently. "C-Can I just.. sleep inside of you tonight?"

You feel familiar heat pool between your bruised thighs - love bites, as she calls them -.
It's everything: the wording, the expectant look in her eyes, the thought alone.
It takes a lot from you to keep the mood gentle, to not shove her down and ride her.

This is for her.

You both get comfortable under the blankets, her long arms around your lithe form convincing you her embrace would still feel like home no matter where you were.
A kiss to your pulse, a shaky breath from her lips before finally, she slips inside of you.

You try your best not to give in to temptation, not to rock back into her until it turns into something you both love, but differs from what she asked so timidly.
You let her set the pace.
You allow her all the time, all the confidence to play with you.

Her acute little moans are muffled by your hair - (oranges, she murmurs yet again). Her hips are so careful, only rolling five or six times, giving herself the slightest amount of relief after hours of pleasing you.
And then she stops, sighs softly, and settles.

She doesn't need to finish. She's told you more than once that at times just /feeling/ you - tight and warm and soft and soaked - is even better than any orgasm.
She burries herself inside of you so leisurely, and s t a y s.

You'll tease her here and there, she knows that. You can't help it. You'll clench a little, let your walls massage her pretty cock just to pull another sweet whine from her mouth, just to feel her breath hitch against your nape.

You'd do this all night if you could, but both of your bodies crave rest.

Also... part of you is thrilled to experience what's like to fall asleep & wake up with her like this, claiming you in such an intimate way, burried gently in your pussy all night.

This girl is so precious she couldn't even /say/ "cockwarming", couldn't even use naughty words to ask you for what she craved so badly.
That's why you fell in love with her. She'll plea for things good girls shouldn't want, but with such an air of innocence.

You know she's fallen asleep when her tender kneading of your breast ceases. Cold stone tickles your ribs - it's the ring you gave her a year prior. It's corny and far too traditional, but it's a promise.
You love her, you do.

This is /her/ reward, yet somehow it feels like yours.
Her submission is a treasure. It drives you wild and makes your heart fucking sing.
You'd kill for this girl.

If it's up to you, she'll never pull out-- pull away.

this one was for @celiisabottom, who's got such a lovely soul <3

hope you like it, fren