“Do you know what I love about giving you hand jobs?” I whisper, cuddled in close to him, licking my fingers.

“Mmmmm tell me” he whispers back, his voice soft with that post orgasm glow.

“I love that I can snuggle you, and tell you dirty scenarios that run through my mind, feel you respond to my words, as much as my touch. And when I’m finally ready to let you cum I can’t decide what I like to watch more, your cock spirting in my hand, or the look on your face as you go over the edge. I also love giving you blow jobs, but I don’t get all those other amazing things.” I say, smiling against his chest.

He lets out a satisfied noise and kisses my head. Not even a minute later I can feel his gentle, even breathing that tells me he’s lights out. I’m right behind him.