We lay there for a few minutes, quiet, the room wrapped in soft light and stillness. I waited, thinking he would make the first move, but he didn’t.
“Are you tired?” I asked.
He smiled, turning his head slightly toward me. “Oh no. Why do you ask?”
I stayed silent for a moment, gathering myself, then I said softly, “I want you to make love to me.”
He turned fully toward me then, his smile slow and warm as he moved closer. “I’ve been waiting,” he said quietly. “I just wanted you to have enough rest.”
He leaned in and kissed me, deep and unhurried, his hand sliding into my hair. The kiss grew more passionate, familiar, and certain, and I relaxed into him, knowing there was nowhere else I needed to be.
I got up and sat on him, pulled down his pants, and held his c**k. I was really horny
