You were already half asleep when the bedroom door opened silently. Quiet steps, barely audible movement of fabric – Felix came home late again.

The bed sank slightly when he lay down next to you, his warm breath touching your neck. You felt a strong hand gently hug you, pressing you closer.

You sighed through your sleep when his fingers slid under the fabric of your T-shirt, barely touching your skin. It was so familiar, so usual – and at the same time, each time it was new.

“Don’t sleep,Meine Liebe …” he whispered, his voice was tired, filled with tenderness, but also with excitement. His lips left wet kisses on your neck, and his excitement persistently pressed against your ass.