I want her to be mine. Forever.
I want to squeeze her and love her and get her to cum, but I also want to talk with her and laugh with her and cuddle with her. Her lying next to me makes me happier than I'd ever been in my thousand years. She is my love. And I don't want to love anyone else. And I don't want her to love anyone else. I want us to be each others everything.
She breaths softly by my side. Are hands are intertwined. I hope she's having good dreams. I know she probably is because when she has nightmares she turns and moans and thrashes and screams until she wakes up crying. And I hold her and rock her back and forth. But she still won't go back to sleep, so then we talk.
We had just made love. Whenever we have sex I am ignited with passion. Every touch is the best feeling in the world. So now we lie naked next to each other, her already drifted off into slumber, and me still conscious with my thoughts. I have been awake for hours and hours, but I don't mind. Her by me gives me more comfort than sleep could give.
I feel a slight burning, and I look up to realize the sun is starting to come up.
I walk to the window and close the blinds. Then I lie back onto the bed, carful not to wake her.
So it's morning. I haven't had one wink of sleep all night. But I don't mind. I'll have plenty of time to sleep tonight. And I'll have plenty of time to be with her today.