I don't quite know what it is about you. You'd think that after being together for as long as we have that the physical aspect of our relationship would begin to dwindle. We've been in the "comfortable stage" for quite awhile now. Despite that, however, when you climb into bed with me at night I still feel compelled to touch you.
I don't want to just roll over and go to sleep. I want to curl into the crook of your arm, my head resting on your bare shoulder. I want to talk quietly about nonsense things, the deep sound of your soothing voice rumbling through my body while my hand playfully glides over your tummy.
You have such a smooth sexy voice. I'm fairly certain you could make me orgasm just from speaking the right words. Your voice gets all gruff and erotic when you try to speak when you're aroused. I love it. And don't even get me started on the noises you make when we have sex and when you cum. Oh, i could spend hours praising you on that.
I like rubbing your belly when we talk at night. I don't know why, but I find it oddly comforting. I like to stray my fingers after awhile, though. Up your chest, down your arms, down your torso and thighs, then back up again. This always seems to be what kicks us off.
My slow exploring hands moving the length of your body. Slowly but surely decreasing the breadth of my reach until I'm only stroking your thighs and lower abdomen, never quite touching your manhood. The longer I do this the more the blood rushes down and fills you. Only when I have you sufficiently hard do I touch you. Sometimes I just tenderly glide my fingers up the shaft. Sometimes I only stroke your balls, still leaving your cock untouched for the moment. Sometimes I just plainly grip it firmly and begin to stroke.