We’re in our usual places. He in his, me in mine. Where we belong. My eyes are lowered, body drained. The day has not been kind. I’ve barely lifted my head from its downward droop glancing at the carpet since returning home. Of course he notices. What kind of beast would be blind to this change, this conflicting image that is a shard of her former vitality?
A simple action that carries so much weight – A hand stroking my hair. Natural, from the heart. Yet with us this action is more than a mere comforting of one soul by another. For you who know us, what you know of me and how quickly I can fall under to him, this action will be known as essentially him staking his claim over me from the sometime-tyrant of Work. Reclamation.
Instantaneously I sink under the surface. Those heavy eyes of mine close and the tension drifts away. The furrows are calmed and the white noise fades in, drowning out the babble of deadlines, admin and future pressures. His absent-minded movements leave their impressions deep within me, my line to him is woven tighter each time he finds a knot. And pulls. Twists lightly his fingers in my hair. Without intention or direction – with Instinct.
I draw closer in to him, draw my feet up on to our seat. Place a hand on his chest, I may be his, utterly, but I too stake my own claims. I lift my face to his, he has been kissing the top of my head just below his. Soft, light. I want those. His face is at ease, relaxed and without concern, I kiss him to infuse myself with his placidity. His lips are warm, moist. They were ready for me; he’s always anticipating what I want, need, deserve. I don’t know why I was so surprised. A finger curls itself around a strand as I brush against him, the tingles send shivers from my lips through my centre. His tongue catches mine – split second spark that always makes me break away smiling. I leave his lips and my eyes meet his for the first time it seems since he brought me in to our home. A fresh view, those blue pools I dive into.
All at once the care and attention he has been paying me transforms into its mirror image. The shards of my selves reform and reflect. That hand of mine on his chest slips past the cool leather belt and across his thighs. The babble of my mind has only one single devouring thought to act upon now. I want him. I will have him. Nails drag over denim, catch in the threads. The hiss over the material echoes the sound ripped from his lips. Hand presses on his hardening cock. Jolts, twitches into my hand through the jeans. I have to hold him and my fingers reach out to that leather.
I find myself acting on my own impulse now. Once more he has allowed me to achieve that state of grace where there’s no retrospective fears, no forward planning into the unknown. He has me on my urges. And so I fall again, to my knees. It’s so easy, slipping like that. My hair is messed, unkempt from his pawing of me, my smile glints through the stray strands. Twisting my head to catch a finger in my mouth, I lick. I nip. Spurred on when he says how much he loves putting his fingers there, my teeth hold him in place as my lip curls into a flashing grin. He’s put the Minx in me. She has his taste on her tongue now and wants more.
He is as I want him now. He was always ready for me, he was just waiting for me to re-acquaint myself with my that creature within me. She that claws and looks at you from under heavy lashes, a sideways smile painted on her face. I place my hands on either thigh and intoxicate myself with a deep breath. One hand runs up under his shirt to stroke at his chest, to smooth over his skin, the other steadies his cock for I’m shifting ever closer to where I am my most centred and have not a care left in me other than the one thing I have to do right this moment.
So my eyes lock for a final time with his, that feline grin is coupled with a moistening of my lips before submitting to the Minx and overwhelming Mister with my awe.
Took you long enough. But for an entry like this, it’s worth the wait.
Aw thanks. A slight struggle but I eventually overcame – with your help!
LP x
This is very luxuriant. At least, I hope it was, and that you were well and minxy. I find it interesting that you set up such a discrete division between work LadyP and LadyP with Mister.
I like to revel in sensuality from time to time. That division is essential for my coping mechanisms with stress. Useful.
LP x
Very hot post, I do recognize the Minx. I have that in me as well, usually hidden away in my naughty corner, waiting to come out
Oh, you must bring her out away form the dark recesses.
LP x
This is wonderful. Last night apparently the last words I said to D were “I love it when you pet me.” But I fell asleep instead of, well, something else.
Aww that’s actually such a sweet sweet thing to hear about the pair of you !
LP x
I’m in awe of you sometimes, like right now, for instance.
I live to emulate the strength I see in you sometimes, myself. You may not always see it, but it shines out to the rest of us.
LP xx
I just cannot get enough of your sex writing! Give me excess of it that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die!
Seriously, though, I really can’t. You have a style all your own and a wonderful gift. x
Aw, BS – Any comment that involves the Bard and I’m smitten!
Thanks so much, hun. I was unsure of this one, wasn’t sure it it was ‘too much’ in terms of flowery language.
LP xx
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