The more he trusts me, the more comfortable he is asking me to touch him.
He comes over and hugs me from behind as I'm talking on the phone. I open my arm, searching for him. He moves in, tucking himself under my arm, close to me.
I hold him as I hold the phone to my ear, listening and tracing my fingers over the closest curve of his skin.
Other times I'll be laying on the couch, in a video call with my cousins. He comes over and stops at the edge of the couch, just out of sight.
I look at him and he meets my eyes. I'll nod, giving him permission, or beckon him closer, and he'll come and lay with me.
I shift, allowing him to wrap his arm around my waist. His other arm rests hanging off the seat of the couch. He turns his head and lays it on my breasts.
I play with his curls, stretching them to watch them spring back. I toying with his hair, coiling it around my fingers, laughing with my cousins.
He takes off his glasses and gives them to me. He falls asleep to the sound of my voice resonating in my chest.
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Me & Him & Him
Romance"Just wait until we get home," he promised me, eyes full of sexual desire. ~~~ These are one shots/ imagines from my journal. I'm sharing them cuz they're hot cuz I'm a pervert and you deserve to read them. Drop questions if you're curious, I'll ans...
