Lying against him, she shook gently from the small but urgent sobs arising from her. He silently stroked her smooth hair, occasionally letting his fingers drop to trace along the back of her neck.

Her sobs grew.

Patiently, he continued drawing his fingers through her hair, gently pausing to massage her scalp. He drew closer to her and placed his lips behind her ear:

“You are never too much.”

More sobs.

“I see you.”

She shook harder.

His hands moved down to her neck and shoulders, gliding along her bare skin, interrupted only by her bra straps. Adding a slight bit of pressure, he felt her muscles tense and relax, tense and relax, as she cried. Moving down further, he caressed her shoulder blades while slipping one arm around her to draw her closer.

“You are beautiful.”

She let out another sob, but somewhat lighter than the previous ones. He held her, tight enough to share his presence but gently enough to allow her to cry, while he planted tiny, delicate kisses along her jawline and neck.

Her crying slowed and gradually came to a stop. She opened her eyes and reached for a tissue to stanch the rivulets of tears and snot flowing down her face. “Yeah, so beautiful right now,” she muttered.

He drew back to allow her to wipe her face, and when she was done, gently rolled her on her back and propped himself up to look at her with a soft smile. “Always,” he said.

More tears, another tissue. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He looked steadily at her, the same soft smile on his lips, his blue eyes locked on her blue eyes. Slowly, he bent down and kissed her, softly at first, before parting her lips and deepening the kiss.

Her body tensed and then relaxed, her hands wandering up to reach behind his neck and pull him closer. For a long moment, they stayed pressed together.

Slowly, he drew back and looked at her again with a steady gaze. “Darling. I’ll take care of everything,” he said in a soft but clear voice. She blinked, a pang of confused desire radiating from her chest outward. “Everything? What –“

“On your stomach.” His tone was gentle, but with a note of authority. She complied, slightly tensing but trying to allow herself to sink into the mattress, still tingling from a feeling she barely recognized.

He unhooked her bra and gently guided the straps off her arm. Holding it for a moment, he gazed at it and smiled at the memory of the picture of her wearing it in the changing room he’d received. Enough of her face had been visible to see that she was proud and excited to share it with him. He looked at her now-bare back and saw that she was shifting restlessly. He placed a firm hand between her shoulder blades and bent his head to her ear. “I’ll take care of everything.” Not a command, not an admonishment, just a fact.

A soft sniffle escaped her lips as she slowly surrendered into the mattress. Before she could wonder what was coming next, he placed his knees on either side of her hips and lowered himself against her, letting her briefly feel his weight before rising to start kissing the back of her neck and along her collarbone. She closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips.

He worked his lips along the length of her shoulders, gently massaging her head with a free hand. Her breathing deepened and slowed, and she sank a little more into the mattress.

Pulling himself up, he reached with both hands to massage her shoulders and upper back. The muscles were tight – too tight, he thought – but he located and began firmly working out her knottiest areas. She gasped at the ache of long-neglected tension being painfully released, then moaned softly as the pain gave way to a deep satisfaction.

“I’ll take care of this. You can rest.”

Rest. The word hit her squarely in her chest. She shuddered, soaking the pillow with her tears. He paused to retrieve a tissue and bent down. “My darling.” His face was close to hers. “It’s okay. I’m here. I’m with you. I will meet you wherever you need me.” He kissed away her tears, pressing the tissue gently into her hand.

He knelt beside her to allow her to wipe her face and blow her nose, and when she was done took it from her and resumed his position. He again bent down to whisper in her ear. “I’ll take care of everything from now on.” One last sob escaped her lips, but this time her body surrendered, melting into the mattress.

He began massaging her again, minutely feeling for tension and focusing on it along her shoulders, in between her shoulder blades, and at the base of her neck. As his hands worked up and down, he occasionally bent to kiss her back once, twice, three times before continuing his attentions. At each feeling of his lips against her skin, she tensed further into relaxation – a paradoxical feeling she wouldn’t have thought possible.

Finally, his fingers arrived at the small of her back. She tensed again, pressing into the bed. An ache – too familiar – of emptiness began to gnaw at her pelvis. 

“That’s –“

“I’ll take care of everything.” Before she could respond, he pressed his fingers gently but firmly into her lower back, turning the words on her lips into a deep moan as she flexed her hips into the mattress. The eroding emptiness began to be replaced by a spreading warmth.

Transfixed, he caressed and massaged the small of her back, moving his hands in rhythm with her movements. Her breathing became ragged as he slid back to sit at her feet, bending his face to kiss in the concave space at the base of her spine as he grasped both her hips.

Warmth, emptiness, and neediness radiated through her hips and into her pussy. She could feel a wet spot forming on her panties. She pressed her hips urgently into the mattress.

“I’ll take care of this.” His words carried the same steady tone, but with a new edge of urgency mirroring her own. He grasped both of her buttocks tightly, caressing them over and then under her panties, clasping, releasing, clasping and releasing. Her pussy began clenching and releasing in time with him, needing, grasping at something that wasn’t there. Yet.

He gently rolled her over. She instinctively covered her bare breasts with her arm, tears coming to her eyes as admonishment for her self-imposed modesty. Without taking his gaze off of the triangle culminating in his beautiful prize, he reached up and gently set her arms aside, lightly caressing each breast and its achingly sensitive nipple as a reassurance. She gasped softly and arched her back, hoping for more.

For the moment, his attention was elsewhere. He laid a firm hand on the triangle of her panties, pressing his palm gently into the clearly visible wet spot between her legs. She moaned. He released and pressed again. She let out a long breath. With his other hand, he caressed her hip, tracing his finger along the sinuous curves of the bouquet of flowers tattooed on her hip. Keeping a hand firmly on her growing wetness, he shifted to kiss each of the flowers, tracing his tongue along their stems and petals.

She gasped again. Her hips started flexing freely, out of any coherent rhythm, and in desperate need. Without breaking his focus on the flowers, his hand moved imperceptibly to the top of her panties, slipping underneath them to rest on her smooth, perfectly shaved pubic mound.

She shut her eyes tightly, waiting, waiting, waiting. Both before she knew it and after an eternity, she felt a finger glide effortlessly between her lips, moving down and drawing back up to concentrate a large drop of wetness on her clit.

She fell apart. The sensation washed over her and her mouth opened, a barely recognizable sound coming from it. The orgasm coursed through her, and she writhed uncontrollably even as his hand never left her, rubbing and pressing gently as he rode the wave out with her. As the pleasure ebbed, the tears returned – for what reason, she wasn’t sure, but everything seemed to leak out of her at this moment.

“My- my- what- I’m sorry-“ she gasped, grabbing for a tissue.

He looked at her with soft sternness and shook his head. “No. No ‘sorry.’ I’ll take care of everything. I’ll take care of you.”

More tears, as she nodded weakly, warmth spreading through her.

Her breathing slowed, and he smiled gently. “That’s right. You’re such a wonderful woman. You are beautiful. I want to see every part of you.”

Her pussy clenched again, grabbing at the void inside her.

He slid down her body and positioned himself between her legs, gently parting them and tracing his finger along the inside of her thighs. “Every part of you,” he repeated. He planted kisses where his fingers had just travelled, while beginning to work her panties down with his fingers. She raised her hips to assist, biting her lip and holding her breath momentarily. What would be revealed?

He slid her panties off, gently raising one leg and then the other. He drew up on top of her, gently pressing himself into her so that his hardness briefly met her softness. He looked into her eyes, smiling. “Beautiful. Every part of you, beautiful.”

She laughed softly, though she didn’t know why. A giddiness spread through her, and the chuckling continued. She blushed. Why was she laughing? Did he think she was making fun of him?

He smiled, his chuckling melding with hers and bending his face to her ear. “Beautiful,” he whispered. “I will take care of this.” Her laughter trailed off in a moan even as he withdrew, positioning himself between her legs and breathing softly on her most sensitive spot. Her moan grew louder.

Grasping both her hips, he gently pressed his face into her smooth pubic area and inhaled. “You smell so good,” he murmured. “I could breathe you in all day. You are such a good girl to smell like this, I want to live in this scent.” She exhaled, surprising herself at the intensity of the breath.

He licked, slowly, slowly, slowly up the slit between her lips. The lips fell open almost effortlessly, leaking her liquid onto his tongue as it dragged up and came to rest on her clit. She tensed, a long moan leaving her body and floating up above her. He began tracing small circles with his tongue around her clit, and she lost herself. Her hips bucked against his face as she tried to meet his tongue as much as she possibly could. He calmly but firmly continued licking, holding her hips steadily, keeping pace with her irregular thrusting.

The ecstasy was unreal, but the emptiness came roaring back. Would he –

And then, all of a sudden, a feeling of gentle fullness. One, and then two, fingers inside her, curling gently, finding the spot intuitively, immediately. She threw her head back and bellowed loudly as another orgasm shot through her. He didn’t stop. Impossibly, another one began forming in her depths. A steady tongue, steady fingers, steady presence coaxed it out of her sooner than she thought possible.

Gasping, she placed a hand on his head, pressing despite herself. More. More. More. She needed more. He continued. This time, the orgasm was a little stubborn, but soon enough she spasmed and ground her pussy into his face, oblivious to everything.

As she finally sank back into the mattress and into reality, she heard a soft cough and realized that she was still gripping his head tightly. She looked down and saw the imprint of her hand on his scalp, and momentarily panicked. “Oh, I’m so sorr-“

He was already alongside her. “Good girl. You came so hard. I am so proud of you.”

A tear, then another, leaked down her face. She nodded, breathing hard. He smiled back. “Every time you cum, it’s like I’m seeing the universe. I want to live inside your pleasure.” She laughed and choked up simultaneously, another tear sliding down.

He stroked her hair, looking into her eyes once more. “Good girl,” he repeated. “I’m going to fill you. I’m going to give your pussy the fullness it needs and deserves.” She felt the space inside her clench and release, clench and release. Instinctively, she reached down to feel him through his pants and silently gasped. His hardness was unreal. He closed his eyes and inhaled slightly at the pleasure of her touch. He opened his eyes again and smiled. “I’ll take care of everything.”

She exhaled, feeling her pussy clench and release again. Now, she thought involuntarily. Now. Now.

He slipped his pants off, then his boxers, and then his shirt, until he was naked alongside her. He gazed steadily at her, pressing himself, all of himself, against the length of her body. His cock against her hip ignited something and she reached down again to grasp him and trace his head against the flowers, flexing her hips and losing herself in the sensation. He moaned slightly, his breathing only steady with some effort.

She kept tracing and rubbing, feeling a few drops of pre-cum ooze onto her, which sent a chill up her spine. He gently released her grip on him and drew up to offer himself to her mouth. She eagerly licked the drops off of him, tasting a sweetness that shot down through her breasts and nipples and into her crotch.

Seeing her obvious pleasure, he smiled and settled back beside her, rolling her on her side. She opened her legs. He positioned himself carefully, holding himself in his hand and rubbing along her wet opening. She greedily flexed into him.

And then he was inside. She gasped. He slid in effortlessly. Deeper, then deeper, then deeper. She moaned loudly, pressing against him. Full, full, full. He began moving slowly inside her, caressing the length of her pussy. She felt a warmth and presence that she had needed so badly, for so long.

His mouth was at her ear. “Good girl. No one takes me like you do.” She moaned, her eye falling on the vibrator on the nightstand. She immediately felt guilty for even contemplating it.

Pausing momentarily, he reached over her and took the vibrator, pressing it into her hand. “You’re such a good girl. Take your pleasure however you want.” Her heart pounded as she switched on the vibrator and opened her legs to access her clit. He slightly drew back, still fucking her deeply while leaving her space.

She touched the vibrator to her lips. It was almost too much, the sensations blending inside and outside her pussy. He steadily thrusted, moaning in her ear. “You feel like heaven, darling.” She clenched, and he nodded. “That’s right. Grab my cock. No one can fuck my cock like you can.” That was too much. Another orgasm exploded through her, and as she bore down on the thickness inside her he tensed and accelerated. “My sweet, beautiful girl. I’m going to fill you up, fill you u-“ the last word ended in a moan as he grasped her tightly and shot rope after rope of hot cum into her depths. Gasping, he barely brought out “this is all for you, only for you-“ before he couldn’t speak further.

She opened her eyes. How long had he been holding her? His chest was heaving, his arms wrapped tightly around her. She felt his presence still inside her, not waning, but steadily there. He didn’t move to withdraw.

His voice steadier, he whispered “I want to live inside you. You fit me perfectly.” Her eyelids fluttered and she clenched, causing him to shudder as well. They stayed connected, breathing in sync, his hands exploring her breasts that she only now realized had been neglected until now.

She leaned back into him, still feeling him inside her. She flexed, allowing him to move in her depths. He continued to gently squeeze and caress her breasts, flicking his fingers across her nipples. She moaned and ground harder against him, now feeling him slide inside her easily, familiarly, in beautiful symbiosis. He moaned too, moving his hips in sync with hers. “Darling. Darling. Darling. What a beautiful, wonderful pussy. It deserves more fullness.” She clenched and flexed, clenched and flexed.

Soon, he abruptly withdrew. She momentarily panicked, missing the fullness immediately. But he grasped her hips and pulled her to all fours, gliding inside her almost before she could register the temporary loss. She moaned, reaching desperately again for the vibrator. He got to it first, switched it on, and reached under her to hold it to her lips and clit. She grasped as well and held it with him, feeling the sensations build to a roar. He released the vibrator to her control and moved his hand to grasp at her breast, now bouncing back and forth in time with their wild movements. He thrust, she met him. Again and again, harder and faster.

She drove her face into the pillow and pushed hard into him, cumming and moaning. Almost immediately, he thrust hard and let out a guttural yell, filling her yet again with warmth and life. He panted, thrusting until every drop was milked out of him by her clenching pussy.

Finally, imperceptibly, he pulled out of her, his cum leaking down her thigh. Feeling the escaping liquid blushed and reached for a tissue to stop it before it could hit the sheet. He drew her close. “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl,” he murmured. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. She melted back into him.

When she awoke, it was dark out. He was still holding her, though sleep had relaxed his grip. She observed his steady breathing, watching his chest rise and fall. Maybe sensing her gaze, he opened his own eyes and smiled at her.

“I see you,” he said.