"Hold me?" I ask quietly.
I can't see him in the dark, but I know he's there. I hear his breathing now that the snoring has stopped. I feel the heat radiating from his skin.
He groans and moans in irritation, "Let me sleep."
But he opens his arm and I cuddle into him, warm and happy in his embrace. Still, there's something more, something else I need. I lay a hand on his sienna stomach, smooth and softly rounded, and then glide it down toward his cock. My hand passes over the short hair of his pelvis, kept trimmed for me. I shift my fingers a little further and encounter resistance.
I exhale with satisfaction. He's a little hard. He's a little awake and a little hard, and that's enough for me. I wrap my hand around his purple-brown cock, embracing it for a brief second, enjoying the feel of his smooth loose skin that covers his rigid member, and then I move lower.
I bury my fingers into his massive ball sack, happy to discover that his testicles feel clean and dry, no sleep sweat marring the perfect feel of his velvet skin. I fondle his balls, finding first one then the other within his enormous scrotum.
My husband moans softly. He may have been enjoying sleep, but I know he enjoys this too.
