It was a Friday evening, and we're both minding our own business in our bedroom with Tony Bennett's playlist playing on the TV and stereo.
"Babe, I'm in the mood. You wanna?" He asked cheekily as he's scooting over to my side.
"Seriously? Right now?" I frowned as I was playing with my phone.
"Well yeah, you can't blame me for lying next to a hot piece of you-wanna-get-some-of-that-thang right?" I stared back.
"Oh shut up you, you just wanna get on with it to get your cock settled."
"I'm sensing a Yes from you..." He started sniffing behind my neck.
"You know what...?" That didn't stop him from starting to suck on my neck. "I've never demanded for sex from you as often as you. Don't you agree?" (God... My eyes started to roll back as I allow him to work on it.)
"What nonsense!? I know you don't demand for it, but you always get down on me when I'm sleeping! Don't think I don't know that... You sly little minx. You have a sleeping fetish! And it's always wee hour of the night."
(I burst into laughter and he started sniffing behind my ears again and began snogging it. I hate to admit to him, but it feels damn good.)
"And why don't you wake yourself up and stop me instead?" I asked him rhetorically.
"Could you just shut up and let me enjoy myself? Just shush!"
I couldn't stop myself from smiling. His hands were all over me, I couldn't even think. I let out a little moan just because I was enjoying what he does best. I guess that slipped moan encourages him even more, like a hinted compliment.
We just didn't bother to turn off the lights after we finished, he just lay there allowing me to caress his silky smooth firm butt. He moved over to me for a cuddle, and then he requested me to spoon him after because he needed to be a baby for a moment. We talked all night long until the resounding snore contagiously drifted us off with our satisfying night in each other's arms.
