"How is it even possible for your bed to be this comfy?" I ask as I stretch out across the length of your mattress, wrapping myself in your seemingly endless flannel sheets. "Mine's okay, but this is just heavenly. I swear I'm never leaving."
Smiling, you let out a small chuckle, "That sounds fine to me! Just know that I'm a miniature space heater, so you'd better not get too warm in that pile of comforters you've created. I aim to snuggle, and I won't take any excuses. Now get over here." With a grunt you manage to drag me out of my cocoon and over onto your half of the bed.
"Just so long as I'm not cold. Other than that you'll get no complaints," I assure you.
After giving your cheek a small peck, I roll onto my back and move my arm to give you room. You nuzzle into the side of my chest and throw an arm over my stomach. Sighing deeply, you begin to relax and let the stress of your busy workday seep out of your tired muscles and aching bones.
Resting my cheek against your forehead, I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of you. Running my fingers through your hair, my nails massage your scalp. And every so often I run my fingertips along the ridge of your exposed ear. Making contented noises, you nuzzle into my breast, rubbing your scruffy beard against the silky soft skin, causing my nipples to harden. Taking that as a sign of encouragement, you start planting kisses all along my full, inviting breasts. Your path traces circles that spiral out to envelope my cleavage. Every so often I can feel your tongue dart out to taste my warming skin. By the time you find yourself back at my sore, aching nipples, you're suckling and nibbling my breasts and driving me wild.
"Mmm, baby you're so gentle with me," I sigh softly.