Decoration

I feel him breathe.
I feel the throbbing of his pulse.
Fast and excited, slow and deliberate.
As he runs his fingers over me, the soft ruffling of his shirt soothes me.
Long strong fingers play with me.
Tugging, teasing.
His chest and belly are warm, reassuring.
His heart beats a comforting rhythm.
I am tight. One finger enters and slowly opens me.
Two, three and then his thumb.
I loosen, except them.
He pulls and I release..........