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It’s a bit rainy out, isn’t it? The wind seems to keep picking up more and more each second, pushing it’s whistled song through the cracks in our windows. Over in the distance, I can just barely hear the faint, deep rumbling that precedes those flashes of light that split the sky in half. Nothing better than sleeping in during a stormy day, enjoying the warmth and comfort of a soft, fresh blanket. But that’s not what we’re doing tonight, oh no. Tonight you might just not get any sleep, and the hotness you’re feeling comes neither from a blanket nor from a bedsheet. Because tonight, you are mine and only mine.

Maybe I’d begin off slow. You’re in no rush, aren’t you? A few light touches, trailing up and down the sides of your body, my fingertips brushing against your bare skin. So soft and tender. So, so sensitive. Best believe when I say that they chills you’re feeling won’t go away anytime soon. Quite the opposite, my dear. From your side, my hands will slowly make their way upwards, caressing and enjoying your reactions to the teasing. Such a precious symphony of whimpers and squeals you’re making. Music to my ears. Once finally in line with your head, I’m sure my hands will enjoy gingerly holding your face, each thumb rubbing against your cheeks while I take the opportunity to plant a hundred soft kisses on the nape of your neck, my body pushing itself against your back half.

Rubbing and pushing, thrusting with an unspeakable gentleness and perfect coordination with each press of my lips, their kisses becoming deeper and wetter, growing in arousal and desperation by the second. I could not promise that I’d be able to hold myself back from slipping even deeper into the hole dug by your sensuality. My teeth might surprise you with some light teasing, nibbles playfully causing a wave of pleasure surging from your earlobes, or causing the feeling of just enough pressure being applied to leave a mark on your neck. A mark of ownership.

It may not be a struggle in any other situation, but something tells me that holding onto the plateaued pleasure and preventing it from imploding would be no easy task. It just wasn’t efficient. Not with you. Yet that was no issue, for two reasons. First of all, we both knew that you’d only last as long as I told you to, which meant that our moment of climax would arrive in unison. And secondly, there was something you subconsciously knew that eased your worries of this ending too quick. A wondered that lived in the back of your mind, silently taking over everything else until it became all you could see.

This did not have to be a one night thing. We could repeat it, over and over and over. Every night could start with our naked bodies exploring each other, and end with your head resting on my chest and my arms around you, holding you as tightly as you wanted until sleep finally came. This could be every single night of our lives. All you had to do, was give in, and become mine.

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Hey everybody 🙂 To those of you that are reading this, I really hope you enjoyed this little story. Thank you so much for the support you showed for my first post here (which I believe might have gotten deleted due to me not including a tag. Oops). Assuming that you’re reading this at night (which I get the feeling you might be) , have a great night, and a pleasant sleep. See you soon 😉

NSFW: yes

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