We said we were only going to cuddle [MF] [tension] [cuddling] [Str8]

I invited you over just to cuddle. We’re both between anything serious and miss the closeness of laying next to someone. I know we’ve got a history, but that’s in the past. You said we could try it, that you’ve got some friends you can do this with.

You come over after work. It’s late, later than I was thinking but I’m glad you took me up on it. I get you something more comfortable to change into. Get you out of your work clothes, get into some shorts and a baggy t-shirt of mine.

They look good on you. You look comfy. We awkwardly go to lay down on my bed, spooning like we used to. It’s a little unclear where to put our hands, trying not to cut off circulation or put my hands anywhere too suggestive. We’re a little stiff at first, but we quickly relax and settle into each other.

Feeling your body against mine, my head resting next to yours, our arms entwined together around you. It feels good, laying here with you. My arms fit so perfectly around you.

We joke a little and chat quietly in the dim of my room. It’s a quiet night outside, no moon, no real street noise. Some soft light in my room makes it all the more comfy to be inside cuddling someone.

I shift around and you try to get up but I assure you you’re not crushing me. Always so concerned about my comfort. Just scratching a little itch on my arm, that’s all. You bring your nails to my arm and try finding the spot for me. With a little direction, you do actually find it and my itch goes away. Thanks for that. I wrap my arms around you a little tighter and squeeze you in thanks. You squeal a little to be cute and I only want to scoot closer to you.

You’re snuggled in my embrace, seemingly so peaceful. You’ve had a lot of shit to deal with lately, and I know you’ve told me not to worry about you, but I do. Nothing you say can ever make me not worry about you, not want to be there for you. You’re strong and stubborn and maybe a little proud, so I give you room though I’ll always be there for you. Be here for you.

I don’t say these things, not quite. I’m sure I’ve said stuff to that degree before, but here and now I try to say it with my body. I bury my head in your hair and hold you tight. Wish I could stay here, hold you safe, keep this moment forever. Maybe you hear the words unspoken in my actions. Maybe you can read it on my face when you look at me. Maybe I should have said them out loud but we lay here in a silent embrace, not talking, barely moving, breathing peacefully against each other.

I don’t want to fall asleep like this, for better or worse, so I decide to bit your hair. “Nom, nom” or something just as silly is said as I mime the motion. All this hair in my face, so much hair. I ask if we can shift position if you can spoon me and give my arm a rest for a bit. You laugh and agree. Sometimes it’s nice to be the little spoon.

I get up and turn and you get situated behind me now. My arm is a little tingly, so it’s good to change positions, but also feeling you against my back, feels so damn good. Your arms wrapped around my form, holding me close to you. Your hands on my chest, your legs interlocked with mine. I feel cared for and thankful you’re here tonight.

Maybe I’m a little sentimental, feeling a little warm and fuzzy, caught up in the moment, but I take your hand in mine and bring your fingers to my lips. I plant a light kiss on them and thank you for coming over. I wasn’t actually sure you’d come, but it means a lot. Thanks.

I feel you nuzzle against my shoulder, squeeze my hand in response. Of course. I care a lot about you. I know, but it’s nice to feel it. We settle in together again and lay in the quiet for a time. Gently breathing, slight adjustments of arms and legs without disturbing our peaceful arrangement of bodies.

Finally, you stir and declare you’d like to switch back, claim the little spoon position once again. I accept but tell you I’d like to lay on this side a little longer so we’ll just scoot and switch. I have to get over you and for a moment I’m straddling your body as I climb over. You don’t scoot as you should and I’m on the edge of the bed with barely enough room. I tease you that you need to move but you tease back that you don’t gotta. You’re so pleased with yourself I see you wiggle your ass and it’s just cute enough and just sexy enough I get a spark of our old flame back and give you a playful slap on your ass and tell you to move it.

Maybe this reminds you of too many old memories, or you realize that we both enjoyed that play touch a little more than we wanted to admit. Or maybe that’s as far as you meant to take that joke. Either way, you give in and scoot your butt over and make room for me to lay behind you again. I slide my arm under your neck and another over your side to rest on your stomach. I shift my legs against you so I’m pressed against your ass.

I hear you sigh and you tell me it’s rude to put my hands on a woman’s stomach, that she’s got to suck it in then. I don’t think it’s a big deal at all, quite the opposite, I adore your body and shape as it is, but you grab my hand and tell me it has to move. I express how I’m stuck between moving it down, which I do, sliding my hand to the waistband of your shorts and how that feels too low, and moving it up, sliding my hand to just under your boobs, which feels too high.

I’m just teasing you about it and making an excuse to run my hand along your body when you take the tease a step further and move my hand to your chest. You say something about how higher is better and you release my hand. I leave my hand there a moment surprised and unsure of what to do next. Your warm breast against my hand I got to say something when you cut me off and tell me we need to switch sides again since your arm is now falling asleep.

We disengage and this time I scoot over while you climb over me to lay on the other side of the bed, on the other side of our bodies. You settle back into me and I bring my arms back around you, but this time I slide my hand right to your breast and cup it firmly. It does feel better here and no tummy touching to worry about. You don’t fight it and wrap your arms around my arm comfortably. It is more comfortable, though giving your chest a soft squeeze feels so good. I give it just the lightest of squeezes, almost too soft to notice, but by our breathing now, it’s hardly unnoticed.

The closeness of our bodies all this time, and the teasing of our hands on each other, my blood is pumping louder in my ears and I’m feeling much hotter now. Uncomfortably hot now. I ask you if you’d be okay with me taking off my shirt. You say it’s fine, you’d rather me be comfortable. I break away from you to situp and remove my shirt. You don’t change position but lay there as I resume my spot behind you. My cock is starting to firm up, but I try not to press it too hard against you without making it obvious I’m keeping a distance from your ass between us.

This time my arms hold you tightly against me and my hand once again slips to your chest. You ask me if I’m more comfortable and I tell you yes. You reply that that’s good and scoot your ass back against me. Your ass wiggles just a little longer against me that is really necessary and I respond with a firm squeezing of your chest. You let out a moan so soft it’s almost barely more than an exhale of breath of it tells me my touch is appreciated. That the desire I feel is mutual.

I shift my hands and grab your other breast, playing with it in my hand firmly while shifting my hips against your ass. You moan a little louder and longer and my other hand shifts to your head and I gripe your hair a little. You press your ass back in response and moan with much more desire in your voice.

I had only invited you to cuddle. I had just wanted to snuggle close to someone, to feel close to someone. Someone I cared about, someone I liked being close and intimate with.

But now? Now my blood is running hot. I’m burning up and half-naked with you in my hands squirming against my body. I want you. I want to hear you moan, make you gasp, run my hands all over you. I press my hard thick cock against your ass and grab your chest with force. Rolling you in my fingers, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back towards me. Your moans and pants only drive me on, making me feel wilder. My desire to take you by the hair and take control, it swells until it’s all I can think about with you here.

Pulling your head back and turning your face to mine, I bring my lips to your skin and kiss along your neck and up the side of your face. You’re groaning with desire as I bring my lips to your ears and you feel my hot breath against you. My other hand releases your chest only to slide down and under your shirt, slipping along your skin to grab your tits again. I’m grinding my hips against you, pressing my body into yours. Your body is running hot now too and I feel the intensity as I bring our lips together and we kiss.

There’s a lot of pushing and pulling as our bodies press against each other. We’re tugging and grinding against the other.

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