Lazy Sundays were the best, like your own comfort zone with your husband. Just you, sitting up and rubbing his back, while he had his head dug in your plush figure. Hands rubbing and squeezing your rolls and nuzzling in your fupa.

“You’ve been there for a while Sugu.” You remind, running your fingers through his locks. He lets out a hum of acknowledgment before pulling you even further, planting kisses on your skin.

God how he loved you and your body that you had been insecure about before he came into your life, it surprised you when he never let you go when you first cuddled him.