I always lay closest to the door, it's the protector in me. I keep my body between you and anything that may come in through the door. Your hands have been rubbing my back since I came to bed, your nails lightly scratch over my skin as I allow my back muscles to relax. You curl in closer, our size difference is magnified as you curl into me, you move your hands to my hair rustling it softly.
Your soft voice is light and airy, warm, disarming. You whisper this and that and finish with "Mine" and its said in a way that is both edged as a statement and question. I nod and say "Mmm, yes yours."
I can almost feel you smile and then your left hand the one which is overly shoulder slides down you my stomach and your fingernails trail along my waistband, teasingly sliding just slightly under occasionally as you move slowly to my center.
My abs aren't washboard but the firmness indicates the potential lying dormant just below the surface. The warmth and softness of your hands radiates into my core, and then it moves further under my waistband before moving out and away as you move my waistband down first over my left hip and across tugging at them to move them from under me.
Before I say a word you're whispering again, soft and warm, sweet but controlled. And then I feel your hand wrap around my hardness and then you begin to stroke.
My head lulls back, my hips push forward slightly and your lips land in my neck kissing softly up to my ear lobe. "Mine"
Again both question and statement. Your hand continues to move along my length, up and down. An occasional turn of your wrist and hand.
"Mmmm, yours" That smile again.
You place a leg over my hip wrapping it around my thigh and hooking pulling me to my left a little. You softly nibble my ear and moan.
I feel myself begin to harden further. You feel it too and pull me onto my back just as I release. My sperm spurts over my pelvis and your hand and you look at me, that smile, and lean in with a soft voice and say "Mine".
Life is good.