He is shivering heat and thickening hard, willing prey to the beast in me. The way he shudders in whispering moans ~ speechless ~ and pleads in body-pressing beseeching non-words sends lightning bolts of pleasure coursing through my veins.
I love the way he feels under me.
His sigh is a plea, a please, and as I kiss my way along his jawline, I can feel him – all of him, everything he is to me – willfully submit to my ministrations and he sets my body alight, burning with his fire. In this moment he is everything I know and the only thing I want. He is my precious baby boy, my sweet daddy, my dirty fuck toy, my cherished friend. My pet, my plaything.
All and none, and everything in between.
I press my cheek against the softness of his beard, and in his ear I breathe the weight and complexity of all he means to me – all he is to me – in one word. Smooth and low, my voice entenders a single syllable that makes him gasp as his arms tighten around me and his body rocks in response: