Love Erections

Cuddling, copulating, and connecting

I wanted my insides to be hot enough to change the color of my skin. A cup of tea could’ve helped, but I chose him.

I laid my head on his thighs. His lap was warm. I heard his body hair shift as my nose moved his shirt. I smelt his musk through his jeans.

He petted my hair with the hand that wasn’t holding his book.

I palmed around my still body for the edge of a blanket, hoping to pull it around myself, but I felt nothing. So I pushed myself up - he moved his book out of my way - and I crawled onto his lap, facing him.

I laid my head along his shoulder, my nose in his hair. His scalp oils had a different essence - citrus and fresh air.

I heard his arm drag alongside the couch, setting the book down. He two-arm hugged my body and rested his face in my hair, too. I inhaled. My rib cage expanded his arms.

“Why are you being cute?” he said.

I pulled my face from him. “Am I?”

“You’re all rosy.”

“Good,” I said, burrowing back into his warmth.

I felt him twitch beneath my crotch. “Why are you aroused?” I said.

“Am I?”

I smiled into his neck. “It’s because you love me.”

“Yes,” he said.

His love-induced erection twitched again, reminding me he loved me. What a good man, I thought.