It's a Sunday morning, the suns shining through the curtains and your wrapped up in your boyfriends arms, neither of you in a hurry to get out of bed.
As you lay there wrapped up in kenans arms, you couldn't take your eyes off his hands that were gently stroking on your belly.
Your hand slowly finds its way into Kenans "Morning handsome" you say, rubbing your thumb on his hand. "Morning baby" he says, kissing on your shoulder.
You look down at your hands that are intertwined with Kenans. "mmm, I love your hands" you say, making him laugh. "You love my hands" he asks. "mmm" you hum "there so big and veiny and strong" you whisper, fiddling with his fingers. "oh really" he says, kissing on your neck.
You hold his hand up and press yours against his, comparing the size of them. "what you doing" he asks "they so sexy" you say, locking your fingers in with his and holding them against your chest.
