[ She could say something vulgar, diminishing all he promises her with flippancy. For now, she bites her tongue, indulging the fantasy of remaining curled at his side or bound up in his arms. A new variation on the only place she’s ever been truly safe and loved: Perched atop his lap, head tilted against his own.
(And yet she forgets his promise, by the time she awakes the next morning, or maybe she just doubts it means as much to him as it does to her. Bleary-eyed and lazy with sleep, she looses a soft sound of surprise as he winds her back. For as long as they linger, she can’t stop looking at him looking at her. Kissing and touching until her vision blurs, revisiting every mark she’s ever left on him until he presses inside her, and she can no longer focus on any time but now, any voice in her head but his own. A rumble like the dregs of a surface thunderstorm. She keeps him there when he tries to pull out, guiding his hand to cup her breast beneath his shirt. Warming his cock as she dozes again, back pressed to his chest.)
🔞
(And yet she forgets his promise, by the time she awakes the next morning, or maybe she just doubts it means as much to him as it does to her. Bleary-eyed and lazy with sleep, she looses a soft sound of surprise as he winds her back. For as long as they linger, she can’t stop looking at him looking at her. Kissing and touching until her vision blurs, revisiting every mark she’s ever left on him until he presses inside her, and she can no longer focus on any time but now, any voice in her head but his own. A rumble like the dregs of a surface thunderstorm. She keeps him there when he tries to pull out, guiding his hand to cup her breast beneath his shirt. Warming his cock as she dozes again, back pressed to his chest.)
Eventually, ]
as long as u keep me busy, boss