Charlotte
I'm warm and very cosy. And through the haze of a semi-doze, I realise why. Michael is spooned up behind, his arms wrapped around me and the heat of his body seeping through my back and shoulders,
And lower down...
Hmmm….
He's consistent at least….
His erection presses against the base of my spine.
Is he awake?
His breathing doesn't sound quite like that of a man asleep. Slow and steady, his ribs rise and fall against mine, but….
“Are you asleep?” His voice is close by my face, low and breathy and warm.
“Mmm…. Sort of.”
He kisses the back of my neck. “I’ll put it another way. How awake are you?”
Chuckling, I twist my face back towards his. “Awake enough for what I think you have in mind, although I was thinking of some pre-coital coffee.”
The lips turn to teeth, nippi
