forever yours

I love the idea of him clamping a hand over my mouth when he gets me off, the other hand in my skirt -- even with everything going on outside, he has to touch me. He has to know what I feel like around his fingers, how I sound whimpering his name.

And of course, I need to feel him. The heaviness of his cock in my hand, the way his belly tenses and flexes when I dip my head and lick the tip. The way he'd purr that I'm such a good girl, eager to make him feel good.

“Long day?” Millie asked as she took Xander’s coat.

“You have no idea,” he said, shaking out his auburn locks.

“Why don’t you come sit down for a bit?” Millie led her husband to the couch, where he flopped down. She sat beside him and took a moment to admire him. Despite the heavy bags under his eyes, he was still the most beautiful man alive.

He was still wearing his leather gloves. She gently lifted his hands, then removed his gloves and admired his bare fingers, strong wrist, calloused palms. Millie’s heart fluttered. These hands worked so hard for her – shouldn’t they feel loved?

Gingerly, she lifted his right hand to her lips and kissed each fingertip, then kissed his palm, before flipping his hand over and kissing his knuckles. Xander hummed appreciatively, his eyes lidded as he watched her. She did the same for his left hand. Millie pressed the top of his hand to her cheek.

His thumb brushed her lip, and Millie kissed it again. And again… Xander ran his thumb along her lower lip, pulling it down slightly. He slipped his hand from her grasp so he could thumb open her mouth and slide it onto her tongue.

It was second nature for Millie to suck on his fingers. Xander’s thumb played with her tongue, and her mind felt blank, like she was floating on her back in the ocean. Her little hands closed around his wrist.

“Good girl,” Xander purred. “I love you so much, little mouse…” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead as she mindlessly sucked on his thumb. “You always make me feel so loved.”

Her heart soared. Yes! Exactly! She kissed his knuckles, putting his hands together so she could kiss across all eight easily. “I love you, too. Master… Daddy…” Each name fell off her tongue like dewdrop from a leaf, easy, as if she was made just to say them. “Xander.” Her chest ached with adoration. If only he could reach inside her ribs, feel how her heart beat for him and him alone! She could imagine his fingers stroking the pounding muscle just as softly as they lay on her tongue.