Cuddle or fuck

You can't decide what to do with those curves — whether to wrap yourself around them slowly or just lose control entirely.

You feel the pull before you even reach out, something warm and gravitational about the way the body fills the frame, soft in the right places, firm where your hands would grip.

You know exactly what your mouth would do first, and it has nothing to do with being gentle. You want both — the slow morning weight of skin against skin and the moment that patience finally breaks.