Hey, good morning.
Did you sleep okay?
You were talking in your sleep a lot last night.
Do you remember what you're dreaming about?
Fine, keep your secrets.
I did just want to take a second before we do anything today.
I just wanted to tell you that I love you and that you are so special.
I'm holding you just the way you like right now because you deserve to be held.
What a special baby.
I love the sound of your heartbeat and the way you breathe when you're relaxed and the
way you sigh when you're coming.
It's quite nice.
I love the way that your chest feels beneath my head, the way your voice resonates in an
empty room, or the way it sounds when it moans my name.
The way that your face feels in my hands.
I love making you feel good.
I love the way your mouth moves against me and I love the way you taste against my tongue,
the little sexy sounds you make, the way you writhe beneath me as I lick and suck you,
the way your neck arches when you come.
Just thinking about you like that makes me dripping wet.
God, you have a perfect body.
It is.
It's perfect.
I love holding it.
I love fucking it.
The way your body moves.
It's so cute.
Yeah.
Oh, you silly baby.
Yes, you are.
And I love the constellations of marks you carry.
Everyone has little assortments of scars or your freckles or your moles or even tattoos
that make your skin yours.
And by default, that makes it absolutely beautiful.
What a life you've lived.
Your body looks so lovely in the early morning light when you're waking up.
I love the shape of your nose in profile and the indentation between your collarbones,
the curve between your ass and your ribs, all so touchable.
I just want to run my fingertips over every line and shape, devouring your body's every
detail.
Feel your shape out in the dark and see how well I know it.
Finally stroke where you are soft and grind against where you are firm.
I want to make your beautiful body tremble and squirm, make you come over and over until
you're satisfied and exhausted.
I want to feel you fill me however you desire.
I want you inside me and on my clit and between my tits.
I want to kiss away your tears from your lovely eyelashes and wrap you in the softest blankets.
I want us to take each other everywhere, against the wall, on the floor, in our bed, in the
library, in a closet, a garage, a forest, maybe in the kitchen as we make breakfast
together.
Hold my hair for me and I'll worship your body next to the sink and maybe after I'll
kiss your nose and I'll make you a hot drink and I'll watch you sip it in the sunshine.
I want you to grasp my throat with your lovely hands and rule my body with yours because
I love you.
You fucking stunning creature, there's no one quite like you and that's what makes
you wonderful.
Aha, the things that make you different make you glow to me.
You are the most delightful arrangement of curves and lines, shadow and light, softness
and hardness.
What is special baby?
Hey, do you want to get up and go make breakfast with me?
No, this is perfect, this is perfect, let's just stay in bed a little bit longer.
Aha.