♡ 𝕒𝕧𝕒 ♡

When she gets home from work, I want to be the one to lift her heels against my knee and undo them for her. I want to kiss her ankles and feel her hand softly card through my hair as she whispers "Thank you, my angel."

I want her to lay back against the reclining chair as she, with a pleased smile, takes the coffee that I just made for her out of my hands. Then, I want her to sigh in relief as I unbuckle her belt, and pull her zipper down with my teeth.

I want to run her a bubble bath surrounded by all her favourite scented candles, let her climb in and lay back against the bath as I sit behind her with my legs on either side of her head, and wash her hair for her like a gentle massage.

I want to be good for her. I want her to tell me exactly what she needs, and I'll do it all as best as I can. Does she need me to fill her up? As my hips move against her, in and out again and again, I'll ask with a whimper-y voice against her skin if I'm doing it well for her. Does she need my tongue? I'll stay there for hours and let her rut against my face until she's satisfied. Does she need to use me? I'll wrap my legs around her and take everything she gives me.