Ice

and then..it's just us.

and she's laying there with her head in my lap, finally letting herself be heavy..letting herself rest. and i'm carding my fingers through her hair, slow and careful, feeling her melt a bit more every time i do.

watching the way she takes my wrist, turning it over just to look at it. my eyes following as she traces the lines of my tattoos with her fingertips like she's reading something deeper. not rushed. just curious, soft.

i want every version of her, but especially the one no one else gets. sleepy, and needy. the one that closes her eyes while i trace mindless patterns on her arms. the version that reaches for my hand quietly, without asking.

who feels like she can slow down for once. there's never a rush with me, i'd happily wait forever for her to collect the thoughts that usually end up unspoken. i want to hear every word, it's important. she's important..even when she's not in control.

how could they not?

the certainty in her voice. that unwavering confidence. the way she takes up space in a way that makes it feel like she was born into it..the way she can undo someone with a smile just to put them back together with that steady touch.

i like it to.

god..i do. i swear.

but that’s not the part that keeps me awake at night..it’s the softness.

the moment when the walls come down..when her voice is quieter, when she admits she’s tired. when she reaches for your hand instinctively..almost without meaning to. the way she lets herself want comfort instead of being the one providing it.

not because the softness was never there..

but because she protected it, carried it carefully.

because she wasn’t sure what would happen if she handed it to someone else.

and then one day..she puts her head on your lap. closes her eyes and stops performing..that dominance, just for a moment. and all i can think is..

oh.

i could interlace our fingers and pin them up above your head, relishing in the tiny gasp you let out. hips automatically bucking underneath me. my hair slipping down, shielding us both as i press a kiss to your forehead, cheek, nose..finally your lips. but i pull back at the last second and you follow, eyes closed lips parted. so good for me baby. you blink open, cheeks flushed and i finally let go of your hands, although you don’t move them yet. my thumb tracing the curve of your bottom lip.

they part perfectly, so pliant under my touch aren’t you? and my thumb slips past, pressing down gently against your tongue. the way your eyes flutter closed, makes me shiver. feeling the tentative movement at first, a slow swirl around. then your cheeks hollow out, sucking with a bit more force. and now i know why it drives you crazy when i do it.

eventually i pull it out, “so good for me baby” i praise gently. you stutter out some weak half answer and i smile. unlike you, i don’t need to tell you to use your words. i’m perfectly fine noticing the way your body reacts. every sharp breath and tiny moan, every time your hips roll. the soft pleas that fall from your lips.

my pussy rubbing over the clothed fabric bulge where your strap sits underneath. head lolling to the side, my eyes fluttering closed when it grazes my clit. you whimper, a sound that..any other time you’d probably never admit to making.

“fuck baby,” you breathe and i blink lazily down at you, a soft smirk on my lips.

my hips still rolling, back and forth. slow..and you seem entranced. your hands moving tentatively to my hips, gently. almost..hesitant despite the way you usually grip them.

“you can touch,” i say, and i feel your body relax..hands moving practiced up and down my sides. you know every inch of my body already, and still..here you are.

i lean down, pressing soft open mouthed kisses down your chest, your stomach. stopping at your pants and pulling them down, your strap out. and my mouth waters. wasting no time i pull my panties to the side, to desperate to even take them off and rub my soaking pussy over the tip and the sight makes you moan.

i want to wait until you beg, the way your voice cracks and your fingers dig those tiny crescent shapes into my hips..my thighs. until finally i slip it inside. all the way until i’m sitting directly on top of you, legs spread on either side. i want to watch you gasp, hips shifting until i pin them down with my hands. a quiet ‘tsk’, “did i say you could move baby?” i tease, rocking my hips..those tiny whimpers spilling over.

“please” i hear you whisper, watching your throat work. desperate. and who am i to deny you of that? i nod,

“you’ve been so good for me, i think you’ve earned it darling.” i say, tracing the curve of your jaw once more,