He held my body so tight last night, both of his hands wrapped around cupping the opposite breast, his tender breath on my neck, his hard dick on my butt, and his love engulfing me with the sweetest presence and intensity.

There was so much desire between us. I felt the surge when I tossed my head back and our lips met in one delicate kiss. He squeezed my bosom even tighter.

“This feels amazing, my love,” he whispered into the dark night. “You are my queen. Thank you so much for being mine.”

“Thank you, my king,” I replied settling into the love bubble even deeper. We are one and yet two completely separate beings with goals and dreams and feelings and needs. “Thank you for loving me. I am so grateful for you. I am so lucky.”

We remained there for many moments, and I could feel his heart beat slowing as his consciousness faded a little. He’s tired, very tired. And the idea of sleep appealed to me more too. Just then I moved a little shifting my leg up on his, and it arose a desire in him to touch my pussy with one of his hands. He rubbed me through my panties which were soft and thin.

“Dang, Stella, you are the sexiest woman in the world. Your body is perfect, and your pussy is heaven,” he purred into my ear.

I listened and grinned. Nothing feels better than being seen, heard, and loved for exactly who you are. Nothing.

We could have made intense love right then, but we didn’t. His hand slowly made it way back to my breast and his cuddle slid in tighter. We both snuggled into one another and sighed. It was warm and safe and perfect in every single way.

His breathing slowed again and I could hear the faintest sound of a snore coming on. My back needed me to change positions, so I broke our cocoon and moved a few inches away to comfort on my side of the bed. He then did the same.

“I love you forever, sweet Stella, my queen.”

“I love you, too, my husband, my king.”