How I see him

“Wake up, my little love,” Daddy whispers in my ear so gently. I slowly peak one eye open and quickly shut it. It’s so bright. Daddy has all the curtains open to his room and the sun pierces my retinas making them hurt. Vampire eyes, I think to myself. I feel the light touch of my Daddy’s lips kissing my soft skin, down my legs, lifting my feet and kissing my toes, back up my legs, my sex, up my stomach, to my neck. I moan and arch my back in response to his touch. It does something to my soul and makes my pussy instantly wet aching for his cock to be inside me while he holds me close and kisses me so deep. I pull him in tighter, soaking up his love as much as I can. These moments are it for me. Some of the most meaningful connections happen right here, in his bed, when we first wake up. My messy hair tickles his nose and he quickly rubs his hand through my hair pushing it back. “You need to fix yourself, babydoll!” he says softly into my ear. I can’t right now, it’s too perfect to end this moment. I can feel him breathe me in, as I am doing the same. I feel those sparks of electric run through my nerve endings into him. It’s an indescribable feeling, one that I want to revel in all day long. We don’t need to fit some idea or image of perfect D/s to have our perfect moments. Yes, it would have been perfect if I woke up a little earlier and made Daddy’s coffee and brought him his vape as I usually do. But, Daddy saw how exhausted I was, and made a choice to give me a few more minutes of sleep while he made my coffee instead. Every once in a while we go off our norm to care for each other in different ways. It’s in those moments especially, I know I belong to him as he belongs to me. To me, this is us. This is when I’m floating and riding the waves of my Ocean. This is our reality, this is our D/s. Our little piece of solace.