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You were in bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was late now. You hadn’t left the house today, and it took you forever to leave bed this morning. Everything felt slow, exhausting. You had walked through the house like a ghost all day. You walked downstairs, coming to rest on the couch. The TV played, but you didn’t really watch it. Even your boyfriend’s mother had noticed, her frail form resting beside you on the couch when you didn’t move for a long time. She sat beside you, a gentle smile on her face. She caressed your legs with the gentle care that only a woman of her age could provide. She cared about you dearly, the joy that you brought her son was unlike anything she had seen before.
Jerry, her son, hadn’t come home from work yet. His job as the mayor of the city you lived in kept him busy. You had met him protesting at a political rally, fired up about the damage he was doing to your city’s natural wildlife. A screaming match between him and your friend Mabel had left you alone with him in the emergency room after she fell offstage and broke her arm.You found it very attractive he cared so much about her wellbeing despite her position as his most vocal opposition.
He had taken you to dinner the next day and you knew you were head over heels for him. He felt the same way, expressing his love in silly, over the top ways. You smiled softly, recalling the many bouquets of flowers and gifts he had presented you with. You imagined him as a peacock, flaunting his feathers to grab your attention.
You ran your hands down your matching set of pajamas, purchased by your lover, and felt a wave of sadness wash over you. Before you knew it, silent tears ran down your face. The silence of the house was only broken by the occasional sniffle as you tried not to wake his mother. She was hard of hearing and lived downstairs, but you still tried to be mindful.
As your mind wandered, it got darker. You had fought against it all day, but night was when it was so much harder to run away from. You ran your hands over the scars on your legs, mind pulling back to the darkest times of your life. You rolled to Jerry’s side of the bed, sobs now fully racking your body. You pulled his blanket around you, burying your face in his pillow. You took in his scent, and it felt like safety. You were so enveloped by your sadness, you didn’t even realize he had finally come home.
You sobbed into his pillow, body shaking. You dug your nails into your skin, praying for the aching sadness of your bones to subside. He walked into the room, eyes raking over the small trembling form in his bed. “Baby?” He called out into the darkness, startling you. You sat up, disheveled and tear stained. He flipped on the lamp beside the bed, reaching out and touching your face.
“Oh sweetheart..” The words were quiet as he leaned in, kissing your forehead.
You tried to stop the tears from falling, pushing your face against his warm hand. He stroked your cheek with his thumb, pulling away after a few moments and removing his belt. He tossed it to the side of the bed, pulling everything out of his pockets and placing it on the bedside table. Jerry climbed onto the bed with you, still in his dress shirt and slacks. His jacket and shoes were likely left by the door, as he usually did when he came home.
You tried not to touch his work clothes with your snotty face, profusely apologizing. “Jerry, I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to keep you awake I can hand-” He cut you off, wiping the tears from your face with the sleeve of his shirt.
“It’s okay baby. It’s okay. Just breathe. I’m right here.” His voice was gentle and he pulled you close, holding you tight against his chest. You sobbed into his white shirt, the guilt falling away from your tired body as you relaxed against him. He made you feel safe in a way nobody else did. You grabbed him tightly, as if he would slip out of your fingers if you didn’t hold tightly enough.
He used his free hand to stroke the back of your head, your breaths slowing. “Mom called me at work today. I was really worried about you. I’m sorry you had to wait on me. Six constituents showed up about fifteen minutes before the town hall closed.” Your breath stuttered as you looked up at him, your eyes meeting.
“I didn’t mean to worry you. I feel like… I’m drowning in my own head again.” He frowned slightly, a knowing look in his eyes. One of the first things he learned about you was how deeply you struggled with depression.
“Why didn’t you call me?” He sounded almost hurt and it left you taken aback. “I didn’t want to bother you, Jerry! You have more important things to deal with than me!” His frown only deepened as he leaned in to kiss you.
Your lips meet softly, your entire body relaxing at the contact of your bodies. He pulled away, wiping your face with his sleeve again. “You never bother me. You know better than that. Your brain just gets the best of you sometimes.” He tucked hair behind your ear, studying your face.
The craving was very sudden. A flame burning in your stomach. You kissed Jerry again, hungry this time. No one knew you as well as him. He kissed back and you felt his lips tilt up into a smile against yours for a moment. You snaked your tongue out, licking at his bottom lip asking for permission.
He pulled back, raising an eyebrow in surprise. “Right now?” He was hesitant, but you nodded enthusiastically. Something about his gentle hands, his tone, his care, you needed him now. It didn’t matter how sad you were, you knew he would take care of you. He would make it better.
You felt secure as he slid away and off the bed, locking the bedroom door. He unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off his body. His pants followed and your eyes raked across his body, your hands quickly wiping the remaining tears off your face. He sat on the bed, carefully removing his socks. God, why did he wear so many layers? He started to pull off his undershirt, glancing back and looking back up and down your body.
He paused for a moment, and you could see the gears turning in his head. You spoke up quickly, shucking your own pants off and leaving you in only the tank that matched them. “Take off your undershirt. I want to see your chest.” Jerry nodded, throwing it off and making his way over to you on the bed. He smiled as he caressed you, hands making their way to your hips. He grabbed your arm very suddenly leaning down to it and kissing the scars that littered the soft tissue on your forearm.
You felt tears well in your eyes again, his lips trailing down to your wrists. He looked back up at you, pausing before kissing the palm of your hand. You never thought someone could love you so fully, so kindly despite your pain and difficult past. No one saw you quite as clearly as him.
His kisses continued down your body, making his way to your thighs. He kissed the scars on your thighs, taking his time to run his fingers over the bare skin. Tears began to fall again and he stopped, looking up at you. “Too much?” He placed the palm of his hand firmly on your thigh, the warmth grounding you.
“No. Never too much. Please don’t stop.” It almost sounded like you were begging, voice wobbling.
Jerry readjusted his body, giving you a clear look at the tent in his boxers. For such a professional man, he always picked the silliest patterns. He was wearing a pair you bought him today, checkered with a horse pattern. You smiled and he slipped two fingers under the waistband of your underwear, gently pulling them off. You slipped off your top, throwing it to the floor next to the bed. He positioned himself between your legs, lips returning to your legs as he kissed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
Your breathing quickened under his touch, stomach doing flips as he got closer to your intimate areas. He leaned up, kissing your lower stomach. You squirmed, his hands snaking up to spread your legs further. You could feel his breath against you. He finally leaned in, tongue running across your clit like he’d practiced countless times. You whimpered, head leaning back as he easily found all your favorite spots.
He gently pushed a finger into you, tongue tracing shapes in a steady pace against your clit. You shuddered, mind going blank from the pleasure. Any sense of misery you had before was quickly washed away by the feeling of your lover’s tongue. You could feel his nose pressed up against you and it made you want him even more. You moaned now, quiet and breathless. You knew you didn’t have to worry about getting caught, but there was still a rush to being secretive.
He finger-fucked you slowly, a second finger slipping in with some resistance. “Oh- Fuck..” You mumbled under your breath, causing his tongue to flick slightly out of pace. His fingers were thick and you loved it, they hit all the best spots in ways your fingers never could. He curved them slightly, watching for your reaction. There was very little Jerry loved more than making you feel all the pleasure you desired, soft groans slipping out with each movement.
He changed the way his tongue moved, sucking lightly and circling your clit in a way that made you dizzy. Your hands gripped the sheets, shaking slightly at the overwhelming feeling. It made your stomach tighten, orgasm growing closer with each movement. “Oh god, Jerry. Just like that! Don’t stop!” You saw his eyebrows furrow, brain focusing on keeping the same pace for you.
Your orgasm ripped through you like a bomb going off, leg wrapping around the back of his head to press him further against you. He yelped out in surprise, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers. He continued to lick slowly, helping you ride the waves of pleasure washing over you.
You loosened the leg hooked around his head, freeing him. His chin was soaked and he grabbed your face, pressing your lips together. Your breathing shuddered, still feeling incredibly aroused. You kissed him like your life depended on it, tongues tangling together. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and he moaned softly into your mouth. He was the first to pull away, eyes pleading. “Did I do a good job? Do you feel any better?” He sounded so desperate it made you blush slightly.
You nodded, a small smile tilting up the edges of your lips. “You did amazing. So good. You felt spectacular.” Jerry was nothing if not a glutton for praise. You could see his cock throb at your words. His boxers were soaked from precum, the action of making you feel good driving him crazy. You knew he wanted you, but he wouldn’t make the first move because of your emotional state.
“Do you want to make me feel even better?” You questioned, reaching out and running your fingers through his chest hair. He nodded eagerly, wrinkles next to his eyes crinkling as he smiled.
“Anything you want. Just tell me.” He looked between your face and your hand in his chest hair, biting his lip. You smirked, leaning up closer to his face.
“Fuck me Jerry. Show me what you’re made of. I know you can make me feel even better.” You kissed him quickly, leaning back against the bed and spreading your thighs further apart to show him you were waiting.
He nodded excitedly, clumsily pulling his boxers down to his knees. You watched, amused, as he struggled to pull them the rest of the way off. His dick was average sized and neatly trimmed, salt and peppered as the rest of his hair. He quickly got back into position on top of you, looking into your eyes intensely. You stared at each other for a long pause before he broke the silence, tip pressing against your entrance. “You’re so… Stunning…” He pushed himself into you, a loud whimper escaping his throat as he felt your warmth. “Oh goodness… Honey…” You moaned softly, enjoying how easily he slid into you thanks to the foreplay.
He was very vocal, each thrust eliciting a whine or grunt. He talked a lot, even during sex. He pulled you closer to him, squeezing your hips in the palms of his hands as he thrusted into you. “Does that feel good? Tell me how good I’m doing, please baby!”
You giggled softly at the desperation in his voice, looking up at him as his hips found a steady pace to piston at. “So good babe! Oh my god, you’re great! You’re the best.” His cock twitched inside of you, and he bit his lip to keep himself from moaning.
Noticing the intense reaction, you kept talking. “Oh Jerry! You’re the only one who could make me feel like this.” He panted, brown eyes big as saucers as he watched you take him.
“I’m all yours! You’re all I could ever want!” His hands squeezed your hips tighter, eyes squeezing shut.
He repeated the phrase “Mine.” with each thrust, pace starting to falter slightly. He never lasted long like this, so you savored the way he looked on top of you. No one else ever saw him like this. Naked, desperate, hair mussed out of its normal slick back.
You ran your fingers through his chest hair, squeezing his peck and moaning softly. He really did feel amazing, he was the best at everything he tried to do.
He whimpered louder this time, hips pistoning faster with less rhythm. “Baby I’m getting- Really close!” He cried out pathetically, locking eyes with you needily.
“You can let it go! Oh my god you feel so good!” You reached up and touched his cheek, locking your lips as he thrusted in a final time before pulling out. He came all over your stomach, cock twitching against you as he rutted against the soft skin. You both continued to kiss for a little while longer, your thumb rubbing circles into his cheek.
He only pulled away when he started to get cold, expression mildly disgusted. “Euuugh… Let’s get cleaned up.” He grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, wiping the worst of his cum off your stomach. He helped you get out of bed, wary of your shaky legs as he led you to the bathroom.
You got into the shower together, feeling better than you had all day. He was gentle with you, helping you wash your hair. He let you stand under the warm water while he washed himself, hopping out of the shower first to retrieve towels for you both.
Jerry brushed your hair and kissed your forehead, helping you perch on the counter while he did his nightly routine. It was very involved, tons of products for both his skin and his hair. You teased him as he doted on himself, genuine laughter coming from you both. You loved him with all your heart.
Finally once you were both ready for bed, you crawled into bed and snuggled up next to him. He pulled out the book he was reading, softly reading the text out loud to you until you fell asleep.