Goodnights. Lights out. Silence.
I ask, do you want anything else?
You say, a hug would be nice.
You sit up, and I come over to you, stretch my arms around you and hold you in a firm squeeze. It starts as a hug, but I feel the heat radiating out of you, your breasts pulsing against my chest. The skin of your neck is also quite sensitive. There is a pause while we prepare ourselves, before nature takes over.
Though we stay on the bed, the next morning I wake to find friction burns below both my knees, from the rough sheets.
