“Twelve whole hours, huh?” I ask with a chuckle, sliding my hand up and down his arm and staring at his face. I could stare at him every minute of my life and never tire of it. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I groan softly at his words, reaching up to cup the back of his neck. He kisses my forehead and I kiss him on the mouth as he tries to pull back, soft and lingering.
“A very good place,” I assure him, rolling away from him to reach for the nightstand. The vibratory digs into my thigh and I laugh, setting it on the nightstand so I can clean it later. After tossing the lube in the drawer, I pull out a pack of wipes and tug one free, smiling over at him as I wipe my hands and chest. I love these moments, too— the quiet clean up, the domesticity, knowing that he’s mine, mine, mine.
“I can’t let you enter your coma all sticky,” I say as I fold the wipe over and sit up so I can wipe tenderly between his legs. “I’d never hear the end of it.”
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I groan softly at his words, reaching up to cup the back of his neck. He kisses my forehead and I kiss him on the mouth as he tries to pull back, soft and lingering.
“A very good place,” I assure him, rolling away from him to reach for the nightstand. The vibratory digs into my thigh and I laugh, setting it on the nightstand so I can clean it later. After tossing the lube in the drawer, I pull out a pack of wipes and tug one free, smiling over at him as I wipe my hands and chest. I love these moments, too— the quiet clean up, the domesticity, knowing that he’s mine, mine, mine.
“I can’t let you enter your coma all sticky,” I say as I fold the wipe over and sit up so I can wipe tenderly between his legs. “I’d never hear the end of it.”