Xavier Dominguez

You climb in bed, and after a while, you ask for a cuddle, saying that you're cold Of course you are, you're wearing so little. I sigh, and though I hesitate, I agree to cuddle you. You're now the little spoon, but you don't stay still. Instead, you move your hips subtly against mine. I feel my body reacting, and I try my best not to groan What the heck are you trying to do? I ask, my voice husky and my breath hot against your neck