He is sleeping next to me and the rythm of His breathing makes a soothing melody.
This is my 7th visit since we met in May and the week is flying by way too fast. Our time together always goes too quickly, but it is full, it is a time of just "us". Time when all I need do is look up, to find His eyes on me, sigh loudly to have Him ask "what is it Babygirl?" and ask "Daddy?" to be pulled into His arms as He says that wonderful, perfect word... "Mine.".
I've been a bit sick this visit. The sniffles, a sore throat, a bit of a headache, He has taken care of me, all of me. When I was restless last night He teased me and fucked me and toyed me into orgasm after orgasm, until I finally fell asleep in His arms, exhausted. I woke up to Him, besides me with a glass of cold juice being held up to my lips. "Drink, Babygirl, you need a drink." All night He watched over me as I slept, so now He is sleeping next to me. The rythm of His breathing makes a soothing melody.
