I hum worriedly from the sheets as I blink out the sleep from my eyes. My eyes instantly are drawn to the soft features and silky hair of my boyfriend. I don't want him to be late to the recording studio. So swept up in my worry, I forgot that the two of us had the day off.
Under normal circumstances, he would have been out of bed hours ago, leaving me alone in the sheets. Unconsciously he grabs me and with a surprising amount of strength pulls me close to him. His expression is serene and happy as he buries his head in my hair. His voice is soft and muffled, his accent soft with sleep, "Angel you weren't close enough." I gently tilt my head so I can look into his dark eyes and press a kiss on his soft lips. The answer I give is hushed with reverence, "I'm here now dear."
His smile is blinding in a way that no camera could ever capture as he wraps his legs around my hips and presses me closer. I look in his eyes as they sparkle in mischief, a cheeky grin lighting across his face, "So I've noticed love. Mind laying on your stomach for me?" I smile to myself as I do so.
Ever since we got our own place, this is a common ritual. When I wake up and just as I'm falling asleep, he insists on working on my back. The first few times I had teased him about liking to look at my ass more than the front of me. He just laughed and said that he didn't want me to destroy my back at work. I giggle to myself at how red he was when I first met him there. He gently whispers in my ear in a faux southern accent, " What is it darlin'?" I smile back at him, "I was just remembering when we met. Do me a favor and drop the accent, I don't want you to summon Mike by accident." A soft kiss on my jawbone was my signal that he heard me.
I hear him stretch a little and rub his hands together to warm his hands up. That's Davy for you, ever considerate and thoughtful in the execution of his gestures. I can't help but hum once he carefully works at my neck, and he shifts on my thighs to put more pressure in his fingers. His voice is drenched with genuine sympathy, "Darling, you've got to be careful on the floor, injuring your back is very hard to recover from." I do my best to nod, humming in assent. I mumble through the pillow my head is resting on, "I think I'm just stressed. Your fans love to follow you to my work and it's not the type of place they should be at. I worry about them and you." I know if we were having this conversation face to face, he would be furrowing his brow right about now.
Instead he places a kiss right on my neck, letting his hands move down to my shoulders, "I can handle a gaggle of prepubescent girls love. I think it's kind of you to worry about their safety. However, I want to admire my dove, in her natural element. Your costume shines in such a gorgeous way, and I love watching you dance." I smile, a blush creeping down slightly on my neck, but I wince slightly as my lower back aches.
He hums and moves so he can get at my lower back, his voice is worried, "My goodness you are tense love, I should get us more days off and make sure you are safe." I groan as he works, my back muscles are sore and have been giving me trouble. He hums and tenderly kisses above the sore muscles, "It's ok honey, I'll take care of you. It may hurt, but I promise I will be gentle." He carefully gets up and grabs a warm towel from the bathroom, and gently places it over my muscles to hopefully soften things up. Then he starts again at my mid back, humming the tune to a song I don't recognize.
My interest peaks as I ask him, "New song melody?" He blinks, then sounds pleased with himself, "I was watching you sleep, and I kinda got this fragment in my head. I don't really write the instrumentals often, but I figure Mike or Peter could work it into something. Not even for the Monkees per say." I nod, more focused on how the heat feels on my back. He continues, with an adoring tone in his voice, "Maybe a song only for you and not sung to all those girls…" He notices my sleepy expression and laughs a little, his tone turning from adoring to gently teasing in a flash.
He presses a kiss on my lips, "My dear, you were just sleeping not even ten minutes ago. I must have really relaxed you." I smile back blearily, mumbling back at him, "Y'know I'm a sucker for warmth...plus we stayed out 'til 3 am last night with the rest of the lot. Some way to celebrate Christmas Eve." He grins and cheekily nips at my neck, "I thought Micky was going to drool up a whole beer glass when you showed up in that tiny skirt and that soft sweater and those cute socks last night. You shouldn't tease the poor guy so, he's going to sob on the beach and catch a cold again." I huff a little bit, irritated at getting scolded, "I liked that outfit, and if he can't be his own leash and collar then too bad. I wear whatever I please and I know you like it."
He chuckles at that last part. He continues in his light conversational tone, no longer teasing, "You are a very elegant dresser my dear. My grandfather last time he visited seemed enamored by your style and you in general. I bet you could drag him all over and he would spend ten times the amount he did on my clothes on you. Did I ever tell you before he went back to England he told me I should really consider pursuing a serious relationship with you?" I look slightly nervous about what his grandfather said, "I thought we are in a serious relationship, did you tell him that?" Davy smiles and presses a kiss on my back reassuringly, " Of course I did, I meant he wants me to marry you." I fall quiet at that statement and turn over to look him in the eye.
Davy sits between my legs, his expression nervous. I decide to just be honest and say exactly what I'm thinking, "I'm too young to marry you, but give me a few years and I would jump at the offer. If you are even offering at all that is…" He breathes out in relief, he loves her, sure. But he would like to be a little more stable and ready beforehand. He smiles and gently presses a kiss on her lips, "I didn't mean to seem like I am asking you to right now. He brought it up, and I meant that if you can charm my grandfather into being convinced that you are a good fit for me you can certainly wear something a bit on the risque side."
He creeps a hand up my thigh, his eyes half lidded in desire and his voice taking on a seductive tone as he looks up at me through his lashes, " Speaking of which, I did get to feel you up a bit last night, but not as much as I would have liked...Can I take some time to indulge myself?" He reaches up a little ways above my head and grabs a couple of pillows. He carefully lifts my body up and places my head onto one of the pillows, and places one underneath my hips. As is typical of him, he then sits back and waits for my honest answer.
I look in his eyes and smile, remembering a clingy and pouty drunk Davy. I give him an amused glance as I ask him, "Are you sober?" I had made it very clear to him after one Valentine's Day where he had prepared a romantic gesture for me but got too drunk trying to calm his nerves that my partners in the bedroom are always sober. He nods and gently presses a kiss on my cheek. "I slept it off. I don't think I was obscene with you my dear last night. Just annoyed at Micky eyeing you up." I nod and press a brief kiss on his lips, pressing my forehead against his, "I chose you. Sure Micky and I understand each other well, but I love you to pieces. You, David Thomas Jones."
He looks a little bit surprised as he does on occasion, but his eyes soften and he hugs me close to him, tongue-tied. I smile and whisper in his ear, enjoying his reactions, "As for your earlier request, you may. You'll be safe, right?" He turns a little bit pink and nods, he still gets flustered at my straightforwardness at times.
I grin back at him, a playful twinkle in my eye. I love to fluster him very much. I'm often the one flustered by his looks, his flirtatious nature and all that, so when I turn the tables, it's exhilarating to me. He pouts slightly, his eyes twinkling in jest as well, "You don't have to be crude…" I smile and gently lift my back off the bed, wrapping my arms underneath his arms and around his chest, getting him to lay down with me, "Sure I didn't, but I wanted to catch you like this." I untangle my arms from him and put my hands in his hair as I kiss him. He turns a darker shade of pink, and stiffens from surprise, but soon relaxes into the kiss. After a bit, he breaks the kiss and gazes moony eyed down at me.
He smiles at me and hugs me close to him, his voice soft and embarrassed, "God you look so good laying underneath me like that with not a stitch on, I can barely keep myself together…" He whines as he rubs against the sheets, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. I watch him, a self satisfied smile lighting across my face and I calmly kiss him, gently allowing my tongue to swipe across his lower lip.
He seems to pounce on me, his mouth eagerly opening and his eyes twinkling excitedly. He gently grabs the back of my head and neck to keep me stable and lets his tongue wander. I whine and grind against him, feeling myself getting riled up by him. He smiles and lets me breathe, blushing happily, "Not so collected now, huh?" I smile back at him and cheekily bite down on the spot on his neck. I know he makes a really nice sound when I do so, "With you making such lovely noises in our bed? It's all I can do to not jump you." He laughs a little, his eyes twinkling affectionately and he gently kisses down my neck.
Once he reaches the right spot on my body, he bites down and sucks a little, a soft groan coming from him as he watches me jolt into him. He then kisses downwards still, his hands already playing with my chest and rubbing my nipples. I whine and dig my nails into his back, causing him to shiver from delight. I squeak as he finally sucks at my nipples, waves of pleasure roll through my body. He smiles and gazes up at me like I'm his moon and stars, and continues to work on my chest. Marks are littered all over and I know I'll have a hell of a time covering them up. After a little while longer, the throb between my hips aches and I push his mouth off of my chest.
Tears prick my eyes as I beg for him, "D-davy please, I need you to get down there..." A knowing glint is in his eyes and as he kisses down my stomach he reassures me, "Don't worry darling, I've got you." With a slightly mischievous grin, he decides to use his words against me, "You're being such a good girl using your words for me and, ohhh..."
As soon as he's finally where I want him, he looks at me in awe as I squirm, embarrassed. Fluid covers my lower half and my clit is puffy from want. He smiles and gently kisses my inner thigh, his voice soft and strained, "Can I start dear?" I blush a lot, but Davy's proved again and again that he's careful with me, and sometimes a little too gentle. I gently run my hands through his hair and I smile at him, "Yes you can darling." He hums and gently parts my folds with his fingers, and traces the outline of my hole. He puts his fingers in his mouth for a bit, then slips them out, covered in saliva. He then makes deliberate eye contact with me in an attempt to warn me as one finger enters me. I smile despite the stretch it always is. The sensation lessened by his gentle prodding of course, but I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel it.
He gently works his finger over my muscles, and starts to gently suck at my clit as a way to relax me. I can't help but moan out loud as he does, my hands gripping the sheets. I feel his mouth curl into a smile against me and he slips a second finger inside to get at my spot better. I involuntarily buck into his fingers and mouth. I open my mouth to apologize, but he sucks harder and tears prick at my eyes.
At this point, he makes sure to grab a condom from his nightstand and smiles down at me, his eyes glowing excitedly. As he slips it on, he talks in the way he does when I do a new move on the stage he likes, or when he records something he's proud of, "You're so pretty my dove, and it's so cute how at a certain point, your body just takes over and you. . ." I interrupt his observations of me with an insistent kiss on his lips. He smiles and takes his position above me.
He looks down at me, and gently traces his fingers along my jaw and bottom lip tenderly. It's apparent in the way he touches my face and the way his eyes have his emotions completely unmasked, that all he cares about right now is my own feelings and this moment. His voice is husky, but still kind, "Do you want this with me?" I nod, and I manage to speak up in a hoarse whisper, "Yes, Davy." My emotions are unmasked for him too, and I hesitantly run my hands along his jaw. My emotions are tied up in a knot, but it's a happy knot.
Fear, love, desire, and anticipation all contribute to the knot in my heart. We both know that the fear is the same fear that neither of us can erase completely. It's not even related to the act itself, not of physical pain or if it doesn't feel good, but rather afterwards. If one day after a night like this where I bear my heart and soul to him, I wake up alone and cold, my heart gone with him. He does what he does when he can see the fear affecting my actions and puts his hands on mine and leans into my touch. His voice is soft, and he looks me in the eyes, "We can cuddle after this, and then I'll bring you downstairs. Santa put an awful lot of effort into his work." I smile and feel the thread of fear retreat, and I hug him close to me, unable to put my feelings into words. Relief I think is the word I'm searching for.
He returns the hug and kisses my forehead. Once he feels my grip loosening, he gently lays me back down. Then with an enthusiastic grin, he adjusts himself again and lines himself up with a soft moan. I watch as he slowly and carefully pushes inside me, his hands gripping hard on my hips as he makes a noise many girls would die to hear. My thoughts stop functioning and I'm pretty sure my heart is going to beat out of my chest, not that I mind.
Davy's voice cuts through my brain's static, sounding surprised, "I would love to see that expression again love." My eyes focus back on his face, confused. He chuckles, his tone affectionate, "Let's just say it's a rather lewd expression, I didn't know a girl could actually do that." My expression is mischievous as I look up at him, my hands travelling down to my clit, "Well I've shown you some stuff you didn't think I could do~" He shrugs briefly with a tiny nod, then bends down closer to me and lets me stretch my legs up.
He looks a little surprised like he always does when I wrap my legs around his waist, pushing him deeper. His hands shift from my hips to the backs of my thighs and he grips them hard, whimpering. My hands then claw into his shoulders, the whole reason I keep longer fingernails. He groans, his eyes closing in pleasure at the opposing sensations. I rock against his hips gently, and his eyes shoot open. He starts at a faster pace, his hips moving with mine so that he not only brushes against my spot, but grinds against my clit. I do admit, the noise that comes from my mouth is more like a squeak than I'd like. That changes as I moan wantonly, unconcerned about how noisy I am.
His pace soon gets rough in the way it does when he does this after a night with the rest of the lot. I typically have to then scold Micky for teasing him. Micky doesn't tease Davy for a while, then the cycle starts again with some comment or even the way Micky looks at what I wear. But none of that matters when I'm with Davy alone like this.
The way he holds onto me like he's scared I'm going to disappear, that despite how badly he wants to pound me into the mattress and hear me scream he doesn't. Just like I care about him and don't want him to be in pain, he feels the same way and shows it. Between moans and soft growls, he places kisses on my face as his pace quickens. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders and wail, my peak growing ever closer. My legs shake too, and he moans sinfully in a way I can't ignore.
My world grows both larger and smaller as I contract around him, my body reacting as if I somehow got a nice feeling live wire stuck up inside me. I distantly hear him wail and I feel the spot we are connected by grows considerably wetter. I open my eyes, surprised they were even closed. Davy beams down at me, his voice warm with tender adoration. My hands retreat to the back of his neck and I give him a kiss laced with tenderness. He looks at me as if I am his sun, and he kisses back. He breaks it briefly to slip his cock out of me and whistles as he looks down at the mess, his cheeks reddening.
He makes sure to look me straight in the eyes and in a serious tone tells me the same thing he said right after our first time, "I love you, and I'm getting up to clean up and get you something nice to wear." It never fails to make me smile, it's his own way of telling me he isn't walking out the door.
After doing some through aftercare, something Davy loves doing and is good at, I'm curled up in a nightgown and some luxurious blankets. He's clinging close to me again and his head is lying on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. Both of us are in no rush to leave the bed, and with the snow piling up outside, I don't think we'll leave the bed.