I never thought I would want to do this to someone else. That I would become this way. I always laughed when anyone said they could see these tendencies in me. Not me. Everyone else. But never me.
It starts every night around bedtime. You come in, strip down, and come to bed. And every night, I am in awe of you. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I know, at that moment every night, that I have made the right decision being with you.
You smile at me, so trusting and in love, and crawl into bed beside me to cuddle up close under the covers. I love the feel of your skin on me. And most nights I can lay there, happy in the feeling of having you next me. You'll caress me lovingly, not needing anything other than to touch me so we both feel alive. Most nights, that's enough for me.
But there are those other nights when you lay on your other side, facing away from me. I just stare at your shoulders, letting my eyes follow your spine, loving every beautiful inch of you. But it's what lies at the end of your spine that holds my attention. Lovely rounded mounds of flesh encompassing a perfect rosebud. And on those nights, I can't stop myself from running my hands all over your back, feeling you up and down, and allowing my hands to rest on your ass. And on those nights, when I do this, you sigh so happily and so turned on. I'll grab and squeeze and fondle and caress. And most nights, that's enough.
A few nights though, I've dared go a little further. I've tasted your sweetness and fingered it and you've trusted me completely with your pleasure and your safety. And until tonight, I've honored it. But you don't want to go further, you've said. A finger was more than enough for you. You wanted to like it, but it was just too much.
