“Come for me,” he said, willing it to be so. Just like a typical dirty story.
“I can’t,” she insisted, knowing her body better than he. It was either honesty or she’d fake it. Sometimes she wondered if he preferred the latter.
He looked slightly surprised but did not push her further.
“Any way I can help you along?” His eyes shiny and expression sincere.
She suggested cuddling and kissing. She wanted to feel the length of his figure against hers, warming her skin from the crisp air. His hands trailed her curves in adoration.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
“Mhmm,” she murmured in agreement, a smile grew, enveloping her dimples. “So are you darling.”
He wrapped his arms around her, to be kind and cradle her breasts. They were rather heavy so the support was appreciated–not to mention that the task pleased him almost as much as coming did.
They enjoyed the simple closeness of their intertwined bodies as they talked about less interesting things. xoxo
