"I love you, Sophie. Not just for the way you feel in my arms… but for how you make every moment feel like home."
"I love you more," she whispered back, pressing her ass back against him with a soft, affectionate wiggle. "Now keep holding me just like this… and don't let go until morning."
Stan smiled against her neck, his hand continuing its slow, loving massage on her breast as he pulled her even closer.
"Wouldn't dream of it, my love."
As they lay spooned together in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the world outside ceased to exist. Stan's body curved protectively around Sophie's, his arm draped over her, hand gently massaging her breast in slow, affectionate circles. Their breathing had fallen into a shared, peaceful rhythm.
Every now and then, Sophie would press back against him with a contented sigh, savoring the solid warmth of his chest against her back and the comforting weight of his hand on her body.
