A restless night leaves me achy and tired. You suggest a nap while you finish your work, hoping I’ll awaken refreshed.
Lying in bed, unable to tune out your voice’s resonance, my body craves you more than sleep.
Your phone pings.
Busy?
No, should I come upstairs?
Yes!
Ascending the stairs, you find me waiting for your hands to glide over my skin, knowing, as always, how to render me panting and wanton.
Clever fingers produce magic while my wicked tongue ignites your flame. Our bodies join savagely, creating glorious fireworks and sated bliss.
Satisfied, I succumb to slumber.
