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Megan
Normani returned home after the weekend. We had a strong talk. There was a lot of selfishness on my part.
I didn't realize how she felt. We cried. I held her tight as ever, we spoke for hours. I spoke to her for hours and I learned more about her.
Anyone who says they can't learn more about their partner even after years of being together is lying. Everyone evolves. There will always inevitably be more to learn. More to absorb. And more to teach.
I hold Normani tight as she kisses up and down my neck. My pulse points beating out of my body.
"Normani." I breathe out. "Fuck."
She moves her hands up and down my body. Her cold crisp hands. I feel my top slowly coming up as she trails her hands meticulously. She's not shy with it and I don't want her to be. I want her to be aggressive. Loud and proud. I want to feel the monster I created from this whole situation swallow me whole. I want her to turn me out. I want to feel the pain she caused me.
I am letting her take over tonight and everyday after this. I lost myself trying to overexert myself trying to be everyone's saving grace.
She pulls me away and looks me up and down.
I see the authority in her face. The craving for dominance glimmering in her eyes. I see her true nature. I see the order of things. How they should be.
She smirks as she invites me to touch her ass and massage it tenderly in my hands. I'm in my panties and my camisole that I wear to sleep. No bra under. She is in her boyshorts underwear and her baggy ass off the shoulder lounge shirt. One of mine that she tore the neckline off of. I caught her wearing it on multiple occasions in secret until she decided to sport it all the time.
I smile right back at her as she grabs my face to smush more kisses on my lips in the messiest way ever.
"Watch think you're doin?" She smirks as I grip her ass a little harder.
She swats my hands away.
"That's not what I want you to do." Her eyes get lower. "That's not what daddy wants you to do."
I moan instantly as she kisses me again and her teeth cling onto my bottom lip, trapped in her love. Close to her tongue that speaks all these words of love and lust to me.
I hate that I've kept so much from her. Even out of good meaning to protect her but al this time I realize I needed to allow myself to be loved and taken care of.
She takes my camisole off slowly.
We're standing in our bedroom, lights dull in the morning as we just woke up from her fucking my pussy with the new strap on we decided to get last week. We wanted to try something new.
It's still semi sore by my cervix because of her. But I love it. I love her. And I love how she shows me that love in beautiful way. Fucking me and reminding me that we are a machine. We are one. We are connected to a certain level, that is not comprehensible.
