"You Can Have Me Whenever You Want"

I'm kissing her and pulling her bra straps down lackadaisically.
"I'm tired baby," she says quietly.
I don't respond.
"But you can have me, however you want me."
I continue kissing her and my hands rove over her petite frame.
"Even if I'm tired baby, I want to be here for you...to satisfy you. You can have me whenever you want. Let me see if I can get in the mood she says," and she slides down, and undoes my pants so she can go down on me.

She climbs on top of me and comes quickly, pulling her pants down just enough to get one leg off and so she can put me inside of her. She rolls over and knows I want her on her knees and I get behind her. I fuck the shit out of her and she's begging for more and in this moment with her long dark hair, gorgeous mocha skin, and her beautiful eyes closed tight as she's moaning and her small hands pulling me into her, asking me to go deeper and deeper and telling me she's going to cum again, all the work and the stress and the grinding is worth it and I cum and so does she and she collapses and pulls my arm around her waist, her sweat mixing with mine. She relaxes completely under my weight on her and she sights the sigh of a woman who feels safe and used in the way a woman needs to be and she half smiles.

She curls up next to me with her head on my chest and her fingers laced in mine.
"Are you happy with me?" she asks and I am happy because she wants to know and needs the affirmation.
I don't gush on and on about it like some simp of a man, but rather just a short "Yes." She nuzzles up even closer to me and presses into me.
I am the rock. She is soft and feels safe against the rock in the whirlwind of life.
We have overcome the trials and tribulations for a brief moment and we can converse frankly and without pretense.
A rarity in this world with all the social programming constructs that line the path blocking us from the truth of humanity.
We fall asleep.

 Good luck and happy hunting,
      - Yrs. in Christ