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By (user no longer on site) OP 37 weeks ago
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I moved to the bed, pulling back the covers to reveal cool, clean sheets. She watched me, her eyes soft and trusting. I patted the bed, and she climbed in, her body still glistening with a sheen of sweat and water from the shower. I joined her, pulling the covers over us. I turned on my side, facing her, and she mirrored me, her body curling into mine. My hand found her hip, pulling her close. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, steady and slow. I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her lips. She sighed, her body relaxing into mine. My hands roamed her body, not in lust or desire, but in tenderness. I traced the curve of her waist, the dip of her hip, the softness of her thigh. I found the marks on her body, the red lines from the crop, and I kissed each one gently, my lips soothing the sting. She shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Shh," I murmured, my hand cupping her cheek. "It's over. You're safe." Her eyes fluttered closed, a small smile playing on her lips. I continued my gentle exploration, my hands and lips tracing every inch of her skin. I found the spot behind her ear that made her shiver, the curve of her neck that made her sigh, the small of her back that made her arch into me. I memorized each reaction, each soft sound, each gentle touch. She turned into me, her body pressing against mine. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. I could feel her breath on my neck, soft and warm. I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, her collarbone, her jaw. She turned her head, her lips finding mine. The kiss was soft, gentle, a world away from the harsh, punishing kisses from before. It was a promise, a thank you, a declaration of trust. I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth. She moaned, her body pressing harder against mine. My cock stirred, but I ignored it. This wasn't about me. This was about her. About taking care of her, about showing her that I cared, that I appreciated her trust, her submission, her strength. I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down her neck, her chest, her stomach. I found her clit, my fingers rubbing it gently, softly. She moaned, her body arching into my touch. I smiled, my lips finding hers again. I kissed her softly, gently, my fingers continuing their slow, torturous exploration. She panted, her body trembling, her orgasm building. I increased the pressure, the speed, my lips never leaving hers. She came with a soft cry, her body convulsing, her lips trembling against mine. I held her close, my lips soothing hers, my fingers gently rubbing her clit, drawing out her orgasm. She sighed, her body relaxing, her lips curving into a soft smile. |
