It's been the toughest few days of my life, I've never lost anyone close before, the ache inside me is unbearable.
The first night, while we waited for the coroner, i made my excuses and escaped to YSL's he held me so close as I sobbed so hard I thought I'd never stop the pain. I needed the time away before facing the children.
Yesterday I escaped again, it's hard to keep up pretences so you don't upset the children at home. I cried some more and begged YSL to hold me naked, i needed the closeness and intimacy. I begged some more "I don't want to take advantage nor do I want to disappoint" was YSL's reply.
"take advantage please, anything less will disappoint" was my retort.
He made love to me and had me in a state, on the verge of tears but for good reason as I came so hard.
Today he took me to bed, immediate clear intension of raw sex, he disappeared under the covers and licked me into a frenzy, his mouth locked around my clit as he fingered then fisted my cunt until I was clawing at the bedding cumming so much, more than I've ever know before, the grief and relief mixed together making each climax so rich. He slipped on a cock ring to ensure his cock could be no harder and pulled me so close in spoons position, fucking hard yet loving, deep and passionate. The moment YSL spilled inside me was electric, I could feel his warm fill me.
After coffee, choc's and masturbating me until I was a shaking mess he spanked my cunt hard until I came once more, his cock was hard again for me and I masturbated him until I milked his cum out and covered my tummy.
It's at times like these you realise your true friends and who deeply cares for you. This week YSL has been my rock, I'm so grateful to have him in my life.