He turns the A/C on and and slides into bed. I wish it would be me. "What's wrong, love?" I ask, looking at his face. For nearly a year that we have been together, his face is still so hard to read. "Nothing is wrong," he says as he buries his face in his fluffy pillow and proceeds to rest his hands behind his head. His muscles tense, and it makes my mouth water. I want him. "Do you want me to rub your back?" I respond, trying to hide my sexual desires from him before I can make an irrational decision and possibly upset him. He responds and turns around to expose his muscular back. I try my hardest to withdrawal myself from licking him and playing with myself while I play with him. Instead, I grab the de-stress butter and began to spread the glob all over his soft, toned back.
