I love it when you hold me. When your arms wrap around me, your body presses into me. The warmth of you, the safety.
A contented sigh as you brush my brown hair back away from my face and I cozy up into your chest. Your arms around me as I start to drift into sleep.
Something stats to dig into my leg. I giggle, half asleep, trailing my arm down your body and coming to rest on your bulge, tracing my fingers over it through your boxers. Not fishing it out, not yet, just playing with it. Wrapping my hand around it, tugging it gently toward me. Exploring you.
A soft sound escapes your lips. A groan. It’s been a few days since we’ve been together. I was on a work trip, and both of us were sad to sleep in separate beds. I only got home two hours ago. There wasn’t time for anything more, just dinner and a shower and bed. Now the scent of my shampoo, my clean skin brushing against you, is making you hard for me.