#adoration

I would never want to or choose to restrict her or cross any of her boundaries, of course.

I want her to choose to enmesh herself with me.

She's so warm and soft to me, my chest feels like it's filled with warm cotton when we talk. I can't help the smile that always finds itself on my lips.

“Bad day?”

I nod against his chest

“Don’t want to speak?”

I shake my head

“Ok. That’s ok”

He says kissing the top of my head and rubbing his hands slowly up and down my back

I sigh and take a deep inhale of his scent. I don’t know what it is exactly but it’s subtle and so distinctly him- i can’t get enough.

We stay like that for a while.

A few minutes. A few hours.

It’s so nice it’s hard to tell. I feel so warm and hazy. I lift my head and start fidgeting with his collar

“Hmm” he says

I can’t help the small smile that forms on my face

“I know that look, what are you up to?”

I drop to my knees and start rubbing my face on the front of his jeans, nuzzling my favourite plaything

“Hey” he laughs “I’m meant to be comforting you”

Silly man. Doesn’t he know that’s what he’s doing. I’ve never been particularly good at giving head cursed with a small mouth and sensitive gag reflex but I love the way he looks down upon me as i try, with fondness and maybe a touch of amusement. I love his rapt attention completely focused on me, the way he puts his hands in my hair holding it back for me, the sounds I sometimes get to coax from him. That I can do this to show him in a way that i think he’s a good man and i respect him enough to get on my knees.