Her Good Girl (COMPLETE)

5. Dinner

Malia Thornbury

"Stop slow, don't wake her." I told Toby.

"Yes ma'am." He nodded.

I looked down at her sleeping face.

So fucking pretty.

He parked in the driveway of our home.

I lifted her head, her body, tugging her to me, adjusting her over my lap, to straddle me, her head on my shoulder as I opened the door,

I stepped out, huffing to pull her up on my body properly before turning.

"I'll bring in your bags Ms. Thornbury." He looked at her, smiling at me.

I nodded, walking inside the already furnished house.

I sighed, moving my head to push my nose against her head, smelling her citrus shampoo she uses.

I hummed, and she woke, a sharp inhale being taken from her.

"What? Why are-"

"Calm down, we're home, I can put you in our bed if you wish." I offered.

My fathers came in while I was out to get her, cleaned everything, adding new blankets and sheets to our bed.

I trusted no one else.

She didn't answer me, lying back down on my shoulder.

I smiled. This was gonna be easy, she was easy.

The only thing I have to do is slowly push her into sub space, that's exactly where I want her.

I want her comfortable there, happy there, and only ever be there for me.

My pretty toy.

I sat on the couch, holding her, enjoying this.

She adjusted herself, scooting her lower body not as close to me, so slightly away, her head not so much on my shoulder, her ear resting on my breastbone.

Her hands came around my waist and my heart soared.

I was touch deprived. I needed this.

I kissed her hair, laughing when she lightly snored.

And she was opposed to us sleeping in the same bed.

Silly baby.

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She stirred, I thanked Toby for putting the bags in our room before he left.

Then I was alone with her. My hands moving under her shirt, to caress her sides, never went higher.

I believed in consent but the sweatpants and long sleeve was driving me crazy.

Her skin was too soft to go untouched.

That's what I loved about being a woman who loved women.

Two soft bodies, moving in sync, working to pleasure themselves as well as one another.

A girls lips are so much softer than a man's.

All I wanted to do were devour hers.

The hardest thing I think it'll take a lot of trust for her to let me do is somno.

Something about her asleep, me needing her whenever I want, so I can use her in any state was something very high up on my wife-to-do list.

She was a pretty sleeper too, I've never met a decent person who didn't sleep looking like a weirdo.