Let Me Help You Unwind

It's been a long week. Leave all the worries behind, put your bag down in the hall and come inside. I dimmed the lights and set the table, dinner is waiting for you, your choice of drink poured in your glass. I can turn the music off if it's too much too. I just want you to be present now, just you and me here. No expectations, no demands, meetings or deadlines.

Just us.

When you're finished, I'll clear the table. Tonight you don't have to worry about anything else. Why don't we sit on the couch? You can put your head in my lap, and I'll play with your hair. Just close your eyes, and let me caress your face. I'll draw words from languages haven't spoken in millennia on your forehead, and scratch your beard lightly. You can let go of any thoughts from the real world.

This bubble we created for us is sacred. Here you can be who you want to be. You can be as old or young you want to be. As smart or as silly as you please. I will never judge you. Just tell me what you need and I'll give it to you. I'll hug you close to my heart, hoping the rhythm will soothe you.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

If you just want to relax now, that's alright. You can fall asleep in my arms, you're safe here. But if you would like me to take your mind off even further, I will. I'll kiss your cheek, your nose, your lips gently. I will move a hand down towards your chest, caressing you. Such a perfect place to rest my head on when I'm tired.

Your arms, always ready to protect.

Your stomach, for the gentlest and most ferocious hugs alike.

Your legs, carrying you every day to new places.

All these parts that make you who you are, all these parts that I adore. I rest my palm on your hip, waiting for you to give the okay. You sigh into a kiss, as your approval. I gently move my hand towards your growing bulge and start stroking you over the fabric. You shift your hips to get closer to me, an invitation. I unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants, your cock straining against the soft cotton of your underwear.

I smile into your lips, and you nip at me, needy and a little desperate. I unbutton my sweater vest for you to pull my breasts out, free for you to kiss, bite or suck as you want. I slowly nudge my fingers under the waistband, and I'm met with your already oozing, hard cock. I smear your precum on the head with one fingertip, circling towards your shaft. I wrap my hand around your cock, and you buck into my hand.

So needy.

I start stroking you gently, and your frustrated whimpers tell me that you want more. I smile, and I pick up the pace. Anything for you tonight. You moan, you suck, you whimper and sigh as I'm working you towards your release. My hand moves faster, squeezing you ever so slightly to push you closer to the peak. You reach down, freeing our movements from the confines of your clothes. Your breathing is shallow, your eyes shut, every nerve ending in your body is primed for the release.

"Cum for me, baby. Let it go." I whisper, and your body follows it like a command, spurting cum all over your stomach. I slow down but don't stop, letting you catch your breath for a second, then pick the pace up again for that sweet overstimulation. I can never get enough of how you sound when the sensation overtakes you.

"That's it, that's my good boy." Pride drips from my words. I love seeing you lose yourself in the pleasures I give you, the way you whimper and whine, your pupils blown and your cheeks hot and mouth working on my nipple.

Your fingers find their way to the waistband of my pants, and I push them down just enough that you can reach between my legs, pressing on my clit and between my slick folds. Curling them inside me as you pump me to my release, you suck, lick and bite as I stroke, caress and milk the second orgasm out of you, emptying your balls a second time.

And then a third.

I pull you closer and drape a blanket over us, you close your eyes, happily spent and blissed. The perfect end to a long week.

"You did so well for me, my sweet. Now rest. I love you."