I woke up. My hair was in my face and my skin was hot and
there was a note on his bedside table.
¥ Good morning baby. I hope you slept well. I didn't have the heart to wake you up after I showered last night, but let me tell you, EVERYTHING WAS AMAZING!
I'm going out to hang with some friends for a while. I'll be back in a few hours, I'll text you when. Thank you my Queen.
Love,
Yøurs.¥
Oh no! I fell asleep! No! I was supposed to pleasure him and give him more head and fall out after everything was finished! No.
I sat up.
"What did you see?" I asked our mirror. I imagined it seeing me laying there the night before, half covered, waiting for his return, hearing the sheath of the water being pulled on my love. I smelled his body wash. Lemons. Then, I saw it reflecting his stop and stare at me because I was asleep. I imagined him standing there for a long time, just watching me,
then I decided to get up.
I took off the chain and put normal rings in and a bra and some underwear. They were soft. I slipped on some black shorts and my Amity Affliction tank before grabbing my phone and leaving the room.
I went downstairs, scrolling through my songs. I hooked it up to our sound bar, turned the subwoofer all the way up, and played one of my favorite songs. "Every Breath You Take" by The Police.
I loved this song. It was so lyrical, so true to what very few people do nowadays. I know it sounds stalkerish, but honestly. Listen. We do all of the things this man is singing about. We watch. We follow. We remember. We heartache and say things to ourselves. It's the admittance that scares people, it's how true it is. I will admit in a flicker of starlight that I watch my King in nearly everything he does. I follow him when he's around; he goes upstairs, I might go. He goes into the garage, I come to see what he's up to. He does the same. We linger like scents to each other. It's normality. Part of nature. The desire of company. Luxurious feelings.
"..crying, crying, baby, please..."
I was tending to the dishes, thinking what I might do in his absence. I'll go walk a trail or two. Sounds good.
I let the music repeat itself while I cleaned up and got dressed. I put on a fresh tank top, new shorts, socks, and Nikes. I pulled my hair back with an ensemble of bobby pins and hairspray and hair ties, and gathered up my water bag with my phone then went to the Jeep. I didn't see his truck. I momentarily forgot he was gone, so a shot of fear punctured me. I settled while I drove.
Thirty minutes out was a good trail place. Open land, grasses, forest paths. All was good.
•↭•↭
I ran and walked and ran some more. When I got done and was walking back to the Jeep, it was 3:36 pm. I had been out for five hours. I was sweaty and smelled pretty unsightly; I had sweat on my lip and crystallizing under my eyebrows and panting through my shirt. It was good. I wouldn't complain.
I drove home.
•↭•↭
I was laying in the bed, wrapped up in him. He smelled so good, felt even better against my still sore back. His arms were wrapped over me. His heartbeat throbbed endlessly into my spine. His heartbeat was enormous. Always was.
I loved him.
His breaths came in and out by my ear. He swallowed. Some part of me still shied away. I didn't like to hear people swallow. It gets me a few times when even I do it. But, he's slowly broke me of that because he'll hold me and swallow naturally and I have to get used to it. I just don't like it. It's defaults in my mind really. Fixable.
He moved and held me closer to him. I rubbed his arm that was draped around me, inhaled the scent of his skin, the feelings of his being. I felt empowered with him around. He was a powerful sensation.
•↭•↭
He woke up in the middle of the night wanting me. It was dark, pitched into blackness outside. I sat atop him, letting sensations guide me. His hands on my hips, holding me steady before lowering me. His breaths coming fast and rampant. His sweat was sliding down his arms.
At last he lowered me. I sighed and let my head fall back. It was a deep feeling, gluttonous maybe with how much was there. Each time he opened me back up.
I rode slow. I heard his breaths like crystals shining in the darkness. He groaned. It gave me chills and filled my heart. I smiled at him from the shadows.
His eyes had to be closed. His head was tilted back against the pillows. I could see better since my eyes were better adjusted, but I liked the chance to use my other senses. Still, I couldn't help but see his open mouth and moaning expression burning holes in my brain. A sweet, sensual burn.
He held my hips steady. I loved that feeling. I started going faster and so did his moans. Or at least his breaths.
I loved hearing him moan.
I wished he did more often, like me.
It was a beautiful sound. Like music.
It could make you boil and break you out in chills in a heartbeat.
Plus he was a big guy. This made him feel vulnerable. I loved it.
I rode his massiveness faster until his grip was tight and hurt my tattoos, and then he was calling out to me in his release. He held me fast, thrusted up into me, and released himself. It was so quiet. I imagined the sounds of his cream shooting through me. What a rush.
I got off of him and hurt because of it, but only briefly, before laying back on my side to face him. He laid there panting, still on his back, wasted in the feelings he had. The adrenaline in his veins. The feeling of pulling a fire hydrant move. He likes those feelings.
It smelled like sex in here.
He rubbed my arm, reaching for me in the darkness, to pull me under his arm. Under his butterfly wing. I wrapped my arm over his sweaty, exposed torso, feeling him breathe like a rolling ocean under it. I heard tides sliding on the shore in my head.
"Thank you baby." He panted.
"You're welcome." I said sleepily.
"No really. I love you."
"I love you too, now go to sleep."
I felt him laugh, so I smiled. I rolled over and fell asleep.
My King satisfied.
