The sound of her slickness is filling the compact space of the car as I force her to watch herself as she comes. She shakes and convulses as her pussy, literally, drips all over the seat, coating the leather.
"There it is, Good Girl. Always so compl...
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Best Part ~ Daniel Caesar x H.E.R
It's been too long...so long since I've had someone laying next to me in the morning. Not just anyone though, but her...Udaya.
Being awake for more than an hour, I've had my eyes glued to the beauty against the white sheets. The sun is casting a golden hue and it reflects through the windows. The colour compliments her skin in the most delicate ways, illuminating her. She seems to be glowing. I lay on the pillow beside her, watching her chest rise, exposed, rise and fall in rhythm. I play with the curls spayed across the white silk, occasionally twirling the ones covering her dark lashes.
The pads of my thumbs swipe at her bottom lip, my eyes pick up how they plump up after the smallest amount of pressure. I raise my fist and stroke my knuckles lightly across her cheeks and she sighs blissfully with a slight hum. I imitate that subconsciously. I barely realise I made a sound, but...my heart is just so full. Everything about her makes such perfect sense. The curve and dip of her hips joined to her full thighs. Those meet her round ass cheeks that bleed into her sleek and toned back. Her full breasts are enhanced by gold metal bars with crystal stars complementing their tips.
Then her face...that masterpiece is unexplainable.
Looking at her, I feel complete.
In her daze she turns, eyes still closed, to face me. A sleepy smile plays on her lips and I realise she's waking up now. I reach for her fingers, feeding them between mine as she blinks the sun out of her eyes.
"You still always have to bring the blinds up before I wake Tobias?" She questions with a hint of annoyance, but it's mostly humorous. The grin on her lips tells me just that, regardless of her whine. I shrug shyly forcing my best innocent eyes. "I like the way you look in the sunlight." A scoff sounds from her lips. "Yes, you always said that, you'd think you'd get enough by now." I shake my head against the sheets.
She just doesn't get it. She doesn't understand what she means to me. She does this thing to me that I don't believe science could describe.
I want to bury my head in her hair, sit and stroke her until I have my fill. Watch her breathe, watch her eat, make her smile, wipe her tears, and tend to any wound. I want to lift her into the clouds and present her to the world. I want to scream her name to the billions of people that inhabit this planet and show them the unimaginable beauty they could never attain.
Something they could only dream of but couldn't ever have.
Because she's mine.
"No." The single word is a bare whisper from my lips, but it penetrates the air, sounding more hostile and crazed than I'd hoped. She just laughs before propping herself up against her arm. I do the same and that's how we lay for the next few minutes, reading the 'I love you" that our eyes are expressing to one another with lifted lips and weaved fingers.
