I used Husband's hand to play with my nipple. I rubbed his fingers over it, letting his fingers trail an outline of my breast before returning them to my nipple, again... drawing increasingly erratic breathing from me.
"It's like you're masturbating with my hand," he said, "like it's... someone else's." I knew what he meant. That was the whole POINT.
But he was tired. And I remain at a loss as to an acceptable alternative birth control. So we stopped.
Maybe tomorrow....
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