I watched in silence as he sneaked into our room. I pretended to be asleep, but I think they knew. He climbed onto our bed and crawled slowly to him, as he sat up to meet his lips. Sparks flew as my ache grew.
A silhouette of locked mouths and wriggling tongues, they fell back onto his pillow next to me. Cocks pressed hard against bellies and the grinding began.
A poor job of keeping silent, they were lost in each other. Low soft moans escaped their lips, that made me want to lower my hand down to that secret spot.
But I didn’t. I wanted to make it worse. Much worse. So I stayed asleep.
