perfect

you always radiate confidence in any room you walk into, no one would ever know that it is false confidence. you secretly felt deeply insecure.

your insecurities surrounded your body mostly, you often felt like your breasts were too small, or your hips too wide, or your stomach too round. you often felt consumed by self deprecating thoughts over the body that you saw in the mirror.

you never wanted jean to find out about the constant battle you were having with your mind and body, so you made sure to never bring it up. you never realized how well jean really knew you, he could see it in your eyes when you passed a mirror, or when your eating habits became inconsistent. jean knew that you struggled with your body image.

jean loved you deeply, but didn't know how to console you, he knew bringing it up would only make things worse for you.
jean wishes that you could see yourself the way he sees you. there is not a single thing jean would want to alter on your body, he hates the fact that you can't see what he does, that's why he always takes extra good care of you, especially in vulnerable moments during sex.

in intimate moments like this, jean likes to take his sweet time, placing both hands on your waist as he kisses down your stomach all the way down to your hips and thighs, "mmm.. so perfect, like you were made just for me. so, so perfect..." he loved worshiping your body, nestling  his head between your thighs as you rolled your hips forward, forgetting about all of your insecurities when his lips sucked on your clit.

you felt your embarrassment rise to the surface once again, when jean reached up to roll one of your nipples between his fingers. you always over-thought moments like this, feeling insecure about the size of your breast and desperately hoping he wouldn't notice that one was slightly bigger than the other. anxiety began to bloom in your chest, as your breaths became shorter.

jean noticed the distant look in your eyes when he lifted his head from your soaking cunt, "you still with me baby? want me to stop?"

you almost wanted to cry seeing how deeply jean cared, just by the look in his eyes.

"no please don't stop" you whispered.
you desperately needed to feel his touch, it was the only thing that could ground you back into reality.

jean knew where your mind went, he decided that you needed extra care tonight.

jean mounted himself on top of you, wrapping his arms around your body pulling the two of you together in a deep embrace. your lips interlocked in a slow delicate kiss as your arms wrapped around his neck. the kiss grew more and more passionate as you felt your hips begin to buck against him in search of his cock.

jean broke the kiss, placing his forehead on yours, "do you want to keep going, pretty girl?"

"god fuck, jean please fuck me" you said breathlessly.

jean didn't hesitate, instantly sheathing himself into  your warm cunt.
you both let out a deep moan when he released you from his embrace.
jean immediately moved his mouth to suck on your nipple, and reached one hand down to work circles on your clit as he pounded your pussy into oblivion.
you screamed from all of the stimulation, all thoughts left your mind. you could only concentrate on the pleasure jean was providing you.

you worked your fingers through his hair as his mouth moved to give your other nipple attention.

you chanted jean's name over and over like your own personal mantra. "mmm that's it my pretty girl, you're doing so good" he said, lifting his head to read your face as he tapped your g-spot with his cock, still rubbing circles on your swollen clit.

heat flooded your whole body, while tears began to prick your eyes.
jean knew you were close, "it's okay, cum on my cock baby." almost as if your body was waiting for those exact words, your pussy began to pulse tightly around jeans cock. you wailed as jean continued to pump inside your now overstimulated cunt. "ah good girl... good fucking girl" he said as he picked up his pace feeling his own orgasm brimming.

tears finally fell down your cheek as jean filled you with his warm cum.
you both groaned as jean pulled out of you.

jean's soft gaze met yours, "i wish you knew how perfect you really are, i love you so much." he said as he wiped the tears from your face, placing a kiss over the spots where the tears had fallen.