It's a beautiful, sunny Sunday afternoon and we're cuddling on the couch. I'd just wanted to get some hugs and snuggles with maybe a few kisses and gentle strokes while watching our show on TV, but it wasn't to be. For one episode we laid intertwined and paying half attention to the show while we kissed and touched each other. Even though I'd lain down with the sincerest intentions of falling asleep and taking a nap in your arms, my hands strayed almost instantly. As I often do in those comfortable moments, my right hand went straight to my mound to gently cup and apply pressure in that way you find so stimulating and I find so relaxing. It's not a sexual touch in any way, merely a reflexive behavior of mine that I indulge in whenever I'm close to sleep or feeling very relaxed while I'm laying down, but you often respond subconsciously when you feel my hand migrate and come to rest. Of course, as I often do when relaxed and laying with you, I take my other hand and immediately find you and begin to gently knead and squeeze traveling between your shaft and your balls. It too, for me, is oddly comforting and at times it is for you as well, but it was apparent right from the start that comfort was the furthest thing from your mind in that moment.
Still, I was able to hold you off for an entire episode, but when I went to start the next in the series you seemed a bit upset so I put down the remote and just snuggled into you. I was somewhat reluctant because I really did just want to get a good nap in before having to return to the urgency of the outside world and responsibility, but I also knew that you had a need that would have to be cared for in the small amount of time we had left together. I half assed played with you for a bit, not really feeling too into things, but then I shifted my weight on top of you and when saw the look on your face I felt a surge of desire and longing for something we rarely did.