diary entry: February 2013 — my name It has been a long tim..
Added 2023-09-05 17:38:26 +0000 UTCdiary entry: February 2013 — my name
It has been a long time since someone has used your name in bed. Which is strange, really, because why wouldn’t they? There is a whole new level of intimacy to hearing him murmur your name over and over again like an exaltation, ellaellaellaella as he kisses down your chest, gentle and mesmerized.
He says a lot of things you haven’t heard before or haven’t heard for long enough to be more meaningful than he could possibly know: "your body is amazing" as he runs his fingers down your side, "you feel so good so fucking good ella" as he fuses his body to yours.
He is a talker, telling you how wet you are and how he dreamed about this during the week, and with every sweat-slick confession you sink into the memory foam and let yourself feel every inch of him, of the feelings you have for him. Respect and attraction and rightness and, yes, you just like him. He holds your hand as you slide on the ice and doesn’t let go in front of his friends. He cooks you a burger and brings you water and wants to do what you want to, wants to make you feel good, wants to make you happy tonight. It is enough to him to make you happy tonight. And he does.
It isn’t simply the two rounds of delighted and fantastic sex or the morning orgasm at his hands or passing out on top of him around ten in the morning, sated and exhausted. It isn’t only that he is a gentleman, checking at every turn that you are on the same page, asking carefully as he stood next to the sink in the kitchen if you were sure you wanted to go to his room. It goes back to how he says your name. He likes you. He thinks you are talented. He finds what you have to say intelligent and interesting. He wants you.
ellaellaellaella.
