I was doing my assignments when he came up to my apartment. I hadn’t seen the time fly. I let him in, and we hugged and kissed for a brief second before I excused myself to finish up the work and tidy up the desk, while he makes himself comfy in my bed.
I turned back to him and we spoon. He lifts my sweater up and runs his cold hands against my body and my nipples harden right away. One thing lead to the other and we had a wonderful spoon-fuck. Intimate. Sweet. Relaxing.
But that wasn’t the main event. That was the warm up.
We then had dinner. Followed it by cuddling while watching a movie. A wholesome, feel-good, adorable animated movie. In many ways, I would describe him with the many of the same adjectives of said movie. Wholesome, feel-good, adorable. Boyish. But there’s always that mischievious smile every time he starts touching me, that turns him into another person. A dominant, assertive, commanding man.
His hands were already in my leggings, pressing, rubbing my crotch hard enough so that I can feel a pressure on my clit. I dragged my hand casually to his cock. He’s already hard.