the moment we settle on the mattress, the whole world fades away.

i hardly notice the sound of main street beyond my window or the gingerbread clock ticking the time away. my pants are gone, dumped on the floor somewhere and my longsleeve rode high up on my belly.

he rarely says anything, there’s nothing to say anyhow, and fixes me to the bed with a gentle dark-eyed stare as he shoulders my bare knees apart.

i used to hate this part, or at least make myself tolerate it for the sake of entertaining. his hot exhale on my innermost thigh makes me jump and squirm with anticipation where i formerly froze and laid still in dread.

the pad of his tongue makes contact and i nearly jump out of my skin. my nerves are on fire already and i have nothing to clutch at until he offers his hands. i squeeze down as the hot, wet pressure mounts rapidly and my hips dance on their own. i worry i’ll hurt him by writhing and bucking but he’s strong enough to hold me down. i’m not resisting but i have always found comfort in restraint.

an orgasm rips through my limbs and i find myself in a breathless, ripply laugh. it’s almost a nervous, anxious laugh where my brain can’t figure out what to do with the pleasure. i have no idea what he’s doing with his mouth but i can’t stop bucking for more. it’s an absurd amount of heat and i can only withstand so much until i’m on the verge of hyperventilation.

mercifully, he lifts with a boyish grin, those dark eyes fixed on me again. his aching erection hangs proudly between his legs and i eagerly welcome his mount.