That's the second time you've called me mean and I'm giggling.

Don't worry sweetheart, I would never be so cruel. Our time is ours alone. When I start something I see it to the very end, through each shattered breath and violent clench of your fingers.
Until your breath evens out and you're boneless in my arms, and even after that. I'll see to your complete climax. Your absolute fracture.

And I'll put you back together. Bit by bit. Whispers of sweet nothings as my fingertips trace patterns sweetly along your spine. I'll let the rhythm of my heartbeat soothe you, your ear to my chest.

I'll take thoroughly good care of you.
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