Sometimes you just need snuggly sex

He made love to me last night.

I was crying, sad, distraught, absolutely destroyed over something personal that happened. Nothing he caused; we're just in a bad situation and some people not under our control are making the worst of it. He held me close, stroked my hair, whispered sweet words of love to me.

He started kissing me with a tender sort of passion, holding my head with his fingers entangled in my hair. We kissed for a long, long time, our hands wandering over each other.

I worshiped his cock. He stroked my head, held it firmly between his hands as I sucked him.

He told me to move and let him inside of me, pulled me to him in the spoons position, and slid slowly, slowly into me. He whispered how good that felt, how much he liked being a part of me. He stroked my breasts firmly while he moved inside of me, but he was very very deliberately not hurting me. It was like he was trying to apply the soothing balm of his lovemaking to the emotional wounds inflicted upon me during the day.

After his orgasm, he slid his fingers inside me and brought me several orgasms of my own. I begged him to hit me, feeling like I deserved to be abused - he tried a couple of experimental swats, but them seemed to sense my head space concerning this and refused to do it any more. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He asked me, after I panted "please, please, please hit me.." for the tenth time.

He wouldn't do it. I came. He dialed back the intensity of his strokes for a moment, then escalated again, bringing me another orgasm, then repeating. Four in total. I screamed on the last one. "OH FUCK, HUSBAND!!" I cried out, apparently very loudly. Yes, that's what I said, verbatim. Yes, I call him husband.

He pulled me into his arms following the last one and held me, telling me how lucky he is to have me and how awesome I am and how much I turn him on. Also murmuring about how loud his girl is.

I love this man.