late at night

I am bent over in comfortable low light, my face pressed into the unfamiliar mattress by the weight of his forearm along my spine, folded into the small space between him and the wall at the top of the bed.

He kneels close, pressing his thighs inside of mine. I can feel the strength of his leg along mine as he settles wider on his knees, forcing my legs further apart. My hips open, the cleft between my cheeks spreading and flattening before him, pressure tugging at the focus of my (his) attention.