“Keep reading, babe” I grumble into your ear, my hand settled on your thigh with my thumb tracing longing circles over your soft skin. Oh fuck. We both know where this is heading.

We were just laying in bed after a long day. I was absentmindedly scrolling on my phone while you were reading a book, which you always do before bed. But then, I noticed your breathing becoming a bit heavier, and you were squeezing your thighs together, which you only do on… certain occasions.. So I asked what you were reading and after a few minutes of almost begging you to tell me, you read a sentence of the page you were on. Apparently, it was one of those more.. spicier books. And I got the brilliant idea that you could read it out loud for me.

So here we are, getting kinda caught up in the moment, our heartbeats beating in sync, our breathing getting heavier, our needs not yet fulfilled. Heavy on the yet.

“Mhm, want me t’do that to ya baby?” I exhale heavily, as my thumb hooks onto the edge of your silk pyjamas shorts, the ones I bought you last Christmas. And underneath them? The expensive lace underwear I bought you for our 3rd wedding anniversary. Doesn’t matter though, they’ll both be off soon enough.