submissive-seeking:

bbbwitched:

Masochist

The bed was shaking.

She couldn’t sleep.

Tossing.

Fidgeting.

Restless.

He felt her shifting and nuzzle into his back.

He was already awake. Unable to sleep himself. Stressed and distracted by her constant wiggling.

His back was warm. Hard, but so smooth. It felt like home.

She nudged an inquisitive nose into the crevice between his shoulder blades. He gave his grunt of recognition answering her silent question as to whether or not he was awake.

Her response was silent. Soft breasts pressing into his back. Feet teasing in to interlock their legs.

She snaked a hand over his tummy and raked her hand through the thick smattering of hair.

It was comforting, for them both, but it wasn’t what she needed.

Raising herself up onto an elbow, her lips met his ear ever so softly. Her warm breath giving him goosebumps and making his semi engorged length twitch.

She knew what she needed. It was time. It had been too long and frankly he needed it to…

Maintenance.

They’d had an agreement on what they needed to function and thrive but sometimes obligations get in the way of inherent needs and life gives way to practicality.

They had an unspoken bond. He knew what she wanted and he was more than happy to give it to her. She didn’t have to say anything to him, but she did. Softly she voiced the only two words she needed.

“Hurt me”.

The gift of tears ….

Beautiful ❤