HNT: Waist

Ruf loves this view.

Waking up in the morning it is the thing he misses most when I am not there. Sliding his hand down the soft curve of my hip as it flows out from the narrow waist, over and round to cup one cheek in his palm.

Reaching between my thighs and lifting to part my legs and create the gap. One knee moved slightly forward as his finger discovers the extent of my sleepy arousal, closely followed by the insertion of a rigid cock. We lie there companionably joined together, skin against skin and arms enfolding, as both bodies gradually increase the rhythm of their movement backwards and forwards until fruition.

We are complete.