Mason Graves
The warm water felt like a lullaby, the way it wrapped around us, soothing and tender. I held her in my arms, watching her, her skin soft and delicate beneath my touch. Her breath was steady now, the rhythm slow and calm as I gently massaged the oil into her sore muscles, making sure I touched every mark I’d left on her.
She was perfect, all of her. I wanted her to feel every ounce of what we shared—the pleasure, the vulnerability, the intensity. But more than that, I needed her to feel safe with me. Safe in my arms.
When she drifted into that peaceful state of sleep, I felt the weight of the night’s emotions settle over me. I kissed her temple softly, whispered words of praise and affection, and then, when I was sure she was deep in her rest, I lifted her carefully, cradli
