His Precious Present

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

After the intense morning surprise. The two of you just spent time together. Not like it was anything different than usual.

Holding one another close when you could. Kissing almost every moment. Enjoying one another's warmth and embrace like it was the last thing you'd ever be given.

It was wholesome. You were tremendously happy. And so very satisfied every time he decided to rip up your insides with his huge dick.

At this point, the two of you had done it several times within the last 3 days. And judging by this morning's encounters. You would not be very capable of walking very well.

You both laid in his bed in silence. Thinking and relaxing as your head laid on his bare chest. Your hands resting on his abs, one of his playing with your hair, while the other wrapped around your waist; drawing little things along your skin.

You angled your face onto the skin of his chest and laid a gentle peck against the soft smooth skin. Then taking in the scent of his skin and being. The aroma coursed through your lungs. Filling up your senses.

You took in every second of him. Not knowing how long this might last. Not knowing how much definite time you had with him.

You thought about this during the silence. You'd have to leave him eventually. And it killed you a little. He was so perfect. Too priceless to leave behind. You cared for him very much and loved the way he made you feel.

The worry and pain caused your heartbeat to quicken. Your breathing trailed off from its normal pace and he felt it.

"Oh darling, what's wrong?" He said, concerned in a low grumbly voice. His fingers grazed over the back of your neck. Ghosting up and down in a line over the center.

You look up at him slowly with a weary look on your face. Displaying the worry and hurt. His sleepy eyes widened and woke up almost immediately when seeing your expression. Growing more and more worried about you.

"What, love?" He asked, looking down at you. Meeting eyes. His hand slid forward and cupped your pained face. Resting his palm over your cheek.

"It's nothing really... I'm just worried about leaving." Your voice begins to break up. Your eyes fill up with a tear.

He shakes his head and pulls you in closer, "Oh no baby. Don't cry. You can stay as long as you want. You never have to leave if you don't want to." He pulls your head into him and presses the two of you together.

"I would love to but... I can't. I have a life outside, a job, friends... family." The word family didn't even sound like an excuse to need to get home. But it was true. If amends weren't made. You did have to prove your existence to them so they didn't assume you died. "And giving me the options to go when I want would just keep me here forever." your tears start covering his skin.

"I know," his voice broke in pain. "I know." His hand brushed through your hair. Rubbing your back to ease you. He placed a kiss on your head. "When do you think you'll have to leave?"

"I'm not sure yet." You say looking back into his icy tear glazed eyes. He truly was hurt about this.

He uses his hand to brush the salty sorrows off your face.

"Then every moment until you decide shall be together." He builds a smile up to try and make you feel better. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

You chuckle between crying pants, "Ok. I would love that." You smile.

He brings your lips up to his and places a soft kiss onto them. The way both your lips moved together was like nothing you'd ever felt before. The way it made you feel was otherworldly.