Hands of a Top

Hands of a Top

by Carol

Laying with my head on Docs chest, I could hear his heart beat, his breathing, the gurgle sounds his body makes. His one arm wrapped firmly around my waist to keep me safe. While his other hand gently played with my hair. I pulled it down to my face, gave it a kiss, it was still warm. I just looked at it, traced the lines in the palm of his soft hand.

"Sometimes they're so soft and loving, but then again they're so damn hard and mean, why?" I said out of the blue.

"Depends on what you need at the time, my boy." I felt him kiss the top of my head.