Part I - In case you missed it.
I’m in trouble.
Hours of conversation later, after feeding each other tasty bits from forks and fingers, my purring Lion slept sated and relaxed. His arms around the bare curve of my waist. His head against my breasts. Content. Even the usual creases of stress and worry between His brows were gone.
I checked my phone and set the timer just in case. First and foremost was to honor the rules they abided by and the respect that kept them at peace. Our time together was always finite. I never fought those boundaries. They kept me safe as well.
Yet, I wished I could give Him more than a handful of minutes of peaceful sleep. I rained gentle kisses on His head and slowly rubbed His back. What I thought was an effort to comfort was just as much an outlet to express my affection unseen. In the silence of our room, I slowly, quietly let myself relax one breath at a time. His body warmth seeped into my bones. His purrs soothed me.
I looked down and felt the unfamiliar longing to bury my head against His chest and sleep in His arms. Not simply for a moment...but until the sun broke across our bedsheets. My gut clenched in warning, but it was already too late. My heart softened even further at that the thought of sunrise, warm tangled sheets, and Him pushing inside me. ~sigh~ Somehow at some point He had snuck past another of my defenses. That I wished for even a moment to lie defenseless through the night with Him next to me was telling. My trust in Him and love of Him had grown. I haven’t let myself want such inimate things in a long, long time. Years.
My mind tried to temper the whispers of that urge. The list of the hundred reasons not to spend the night...the practical embarrassments, the likely conflicts of morning compatibilities, the unknown/unshared personal private rituals to start the day. I try to impose the harsh truth of realities in the face of my romantic inclinations and not envision falling asleep with His dick in my mouth or a long hot soapy shower and slow fuck or the simplicity of being held through the night with love and affection. That last one...that one...that's been a rare thing in my life.
A minute left...I let my thoughts go and cancelled the timer. My voiced coaxed Him. My hands slipped to His belt. I nudged Him to His back and pulled down the covers. The button...the zipper...His sigh. He was already mostly hard. My warm hand brought Him to my open lips. If I had to wake Him, I'd at least bring Him back with pleasure.
I'd consider later, after He's left just how much trouble I'm in.
Apparently...a lot.
~DominaKat
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