Oral foreplay Stories

“I’m sleeping,” I mutter, my cheek against the cool pillow as he runs his hand under my shirt, up my body, hip to breast. My skin prickles awake, and I shiver, pushing my back into his chest behind me, pulling the sheets and blankets around us both. “That’s okay,” he jokes, “You can stay asleep.” If he didn’t know me, this comment would have slammed the door shut. But he does know me. He knows the difference between no an...