Devotion (Patreon)

She was disappointed that the tulips were dropping their petals already. “But that’s what they do,” I assured her. “They open and open and open until they fall apart.”

I needed her so badly, just the feel of her fingers filling me up made me desperate to fall apart too.

Later, in the wake of another orgasm I nuzzle against her neck and whisper sweetly, “I lost count, but I think it’s your turn now...”

She smiles. I know this means no.

The rule is I get 4 before she gets 1. She makes the rules.

“I think if you lose count you have to start again at 1...” her smirk could charm just about anyone. I’m utterly charmed, and I do as I’m told. She spoils me again and again. I bloom and soften for her over and over.

The next day I take pictures for her of all the petals that fell.